OOC, taken from the Shadow!

[victormakesart]

A meme. Choose anything from the list, and leave a comment, and I'll write a drabble to go with it!

1. Playful!
2. Murderous!
3. Flailing!
4. Incarcerated!
5. Deviant!

Comments

[notacargojet]

Hmm. Jealous.

[victormakesart]

You know what? It's fine if he wants to skank around with every hobag with leggings instead of pants and skirts that could double as belts and shirts that are cut so low that they look like backless shirts but turned the wrong way.

No, no, she's not upset at all that he hasn't so much as touched her hand in weeks, that he acts awkward when she smiles at him. That she feels so self-conscious she could scream, that she feels like she's in junior high again before she knew that being a girl didn't mean that she had to wear dresses all the time. Before she knew better than that.

You know what? She doesn't care if they have enough STDs that they could spit onto a coaster and make a petri dish in two seconds flat.

It's okay, he's a politician, he has needs. He needs vapid sl-- bi-- who-- women.

You know what? She's not upset. No, not upset, it's okay, okay? Okay?

[notacargojet]

Awwwwwwwwwww. Poor Viclet. *hugs*

Over-protective and bedtime?

1/2

[victormakesart]

Victor has no idea why women think it's so darn attractive to parade around in their current lay's suit shirt. That means they definitely need to dry-clean that shirt. That's what Nathan's current you-know-what is doing, slinking around the kitchen like she's hot stuff.

Victor pours her a cup of coffee and smiles.
"Who're you, then?" Nathan's you-know-what asks, languidly draping herself onto a chair, moving like those graceful girls that Vic can look at for hours and not be able to pinpoint that very vital something that makes them so different. The kind of girl that can look pretty even on a treadmill. Victor can't look pretty on a treadmill.
"His pet artist. Every fashionable man has one. They keep us in handbags," she says, distractedly, taking a big slurp of coffee.

Nathan's you-know-what eventually makes her way back to the bedroom, and Nathan himself makes his way to the kitchen to find Victor looking concerned, tapping her lower lip. She worries about him

Re: 1/2

[notacargojet]

LMAO! Oh, that's brilliant.

2/2

[victormakesart]

"But Nathan, I'm in the middle of something," Victor says, as she pours the coffeemaker full of more water.
"No buts about it, Vic, it's two in the morning and you need to go to sleep." He levels her a stern look that she ignores, reaching for the coffee scoop.

He grabs her around the middle, then unceremoniously slings her over his shoulder, and starts to climb the steps. She sighs, and goes limp. "But Nathan," she whines.
"No buts. It's bedtime."

Re: 2/2

[notacargojet]

Heeeeeeeeee!