First Time for Everything (Part 1) [Graverobber/Shilo]
i debated whether i wanted to post what ive written now, or wait until it was "done". but i figured, that since it will probably be a long time until i finish it, i may as well post what i have. its a good place to stop.
so, heres me pouring my heart out. brb tissues
Title: First Time for Everything (Part 1)
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Graverobber/Shilo, mentions of Graverobber/Amber
Rating: PG
Word Count: 462
Summary: how it all got started.
Warnings: sappy and romantic and fluffy.
Graverobber wasn't much for romance. The best he could do was somewhat of a caricature of courtship, little niceties he invented combined with things that he himself liked. And really, he had never thought much about romance until he met Shilo Wallace.
She wasn't like Amber. Amber exuded raw sexuality; he'd wanted to fuck her the second he saw her. She was confident and carelessly beautiful for all the surgeries she'd had. She appealed to Graverobber much like she appealed to most men: with certain parts of their anatomy, and without thinking.
Shilo was pure, innocent, untouched. She was new, and so different from anyone he'd ever known that he was fascinated by her very nature. She'd never touched Zydrate, never touched a man, and as far as he could determine, never touched herself. Such an delicate and unsullied flower was a rarity in Graverobber's life, and indeed, on Sanitarium Island itself.
The first time he saw her, he thought he'd seen a ghost. She was pale-skinned and dark-haired, pushed up against a tombstone, looking for all the world like she'd been made just for him. The second time they met -- You're real? Duh. -- he took her by the hand, and instead of bringing her to the alley where he dealt Zydrate, what he wanted to do most was run away with her and never look back.
But he did bring her to the alley, his alley, because he had to make her a part of his world somehow. He had to lay it all out, plain, for her to see, before he could even try to get close to her. If he didn't scare her off, then he could see what would happen next. When Amber showed up with her valets, he turned it into an opportunity to show Shilo exactly what happened when someone Z'd up. He took it upon himself to become like a textbook unfolding, opening himself to teach Shilo the ways of the world.
His world.
And when he was done, and the GeneCops came to take Amber away, he took the girl's hand and hopped on the nearest garbage truck. Not exactly a limousine, but better than being caught. Amid the smell of old garbage and truck exhaust, grasping her pale little hand, heart pounding, Graverobber fell in love with Shilo Wallace. They exchanged few words until the truck stopped in front of the Wallace house and she hopped off, clambering up the stairs. She looked back at him, and he gave a little bow, a sincere one for perhaps the first time in his life. He leaned back a little, taking in the size of her house after she slipped inside. He made a mental note to figure out which room was hers.
so, heres me pouring my heart out. brb tissues
Title: First Time for Everything (Part 1)
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Graverobber/Shilo, mentions of Graverobber/Amber
Rating: PG
Word Count: 462
Summary: how it all got started.
Warnings: sappy and romantic and fluffy.
Graverobber wasn't much for romance. The best he could do was somewhat of a caricature of courtship, little niceties he invented combined with things that he himself liked. And really, he had never thought much about romance until he met Shilo Wallace.
She wasn't like Amber. Amber exuded raw sexuality; he'd wanted to fuck her the second he saw her. She was confident and carelessly beautiful for all the surgeries she'd had. She appealed to Graverobber much like she appealed to most men: with certain parts of their anatomy, and without thinking.
Shilo was pure, innocent, untouched. She was new, and so different from anyone he'd ever known that he was fascinated by her very nature. She'd never touched Zydrate, never touched a man, and as far as he could determine, never touched herself. Such an delicate and unsullied flower was a rarity in Graverobber's life, and indeed, on Sanitarium Island itself.
The first time he saw her, he thought he'd seen a ghost. She was pale-skinned and dark-haired, pushed up against a tombstone, looking for all the world like she'd been made just for him. The second time they met -- You're real? Duh. -- he took her by the hand, and instead of bringing her to the alley where he dealt Zydrate, what he wanted to do most was run away with her and never look back.
But he did bring her to the alley, his alley, because he had to make her a part of his world somehow. He had to lay it all out, plain, for her to see, before he could even try to get close to her. If he didn't scare her off, then he could see what would happen next. When Amber showed up with her valets, he turned it into an opportunity to show Shilo exactly what happened when someone Z'd up. He took it upon himself to become like a textbook unfolding, opening himself to teach Shilo the ways of the world.
His world.
And when he was done, and the GeneCops came to take Amber away, he took the girl's hand and hopped on the nearest garbage truck. Not exactly a limousine, but better than being caught. Amid the smell of old garbage and truck exhaust, grasping her pale little hand, heart pounding, Graverobber fell in love with Shilo Wallace. They exchanged few words until the truck stopped in front of the Wallace house and she hopped off, clambering up the stairs. She looked back at him, and he gave a little bow, a sincere one for perhaps the first time in his life. He leaned back a little, taking in the size of her house after she slipped inside. He made a mental note to figure out which room was hers.