1. *grins at the Cabal* Ladies, you all EARNED your Slytherin badges this April Fools'. As I kept telling Pud - y'all are EVIL and I madly adore you for it. :D
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*g* I never would have suspected you like Tim/Shiva! I hope this works for you. :)
A Willing Pupil
This time when she startles him out of sleep he does not misinterpret her intent.
He shies away, *thinking*. He worries about her intentions. Her destructive capabilities. Danger.
Himself.
She tells him that he will never achieve greatness if he does not learn to *act* - trust instinct - rather than *fret* until the opportunity has passed.
Appropriate and right and wrong seem very distant.
There is much that is prudent to learn, she says, about weakness. Battle. Triumph. Limitations. Awkwardness he’s yet to overcome. Hungers to understand, channel.
Shiva is a thorough teacher.
Tim is - abandoning hesitation, briefly - a willing pupil.
I'm glad I could do Tim and Shiva justice! They're a completely intriguing and the fact that they're so basically canon is still mindboggling and wonderful to me. *grins* ♥
*grins* Well, I wouldn't be adverse to trading drabbles (I'm always happy with anything Steph) but feel no obligation. I like writing things for people. :)
Cheap Thrills
Stephanie’s snuck out plenty before, but this is the first time her skirt’s been short enough and her lipstick bright enough to actually get *into* the club where the punk band’s playing.
She dances wildly, thankful she isn’t home (her dad’s out of prison again) when she slams into boy -all muscle and shadowed eyes - who doesn’t give an inch and who smiles invitingly at her.
They dance - he can move - and share a table in the shadows where the music pounds like a death rattle instead of a murder. He offers her a smoke but she takes a neck rub (amazing, she sighs) instead.
His accent is like her dad’s friends, but his smile isn’t.
His hand is warm around hers, makes her feel safe in the dark he’s completely comfortable in, and she just laughs when his other hand strokes at her skirt.
I kind of told you how much I <3'ed this, but just to give it another go, because it's an awesome drabble.
Bellatrix seemed to speak Luna's language. That appealed to me. Luna's greatest strength is her belief but this time it was a weakness. Very well done! <3
Yay, I would never frown upon an extra comment! *hugs*
I'm very, ridiculously happy that this *worked*, because like I said I had never even contemplated Bellatrix/Luna and had to think through the hows/whys/wherefores before I could even start. I'm glad the reliance on belief is believable! :D Thanks!!
The only way to get through these parties, Selina thinks, is with a good stiff drink or three.
She isn’t precisely in the business anymore, but there was no sense in letting her connections - and knowledge - slip. So she prowls and learns and recklessly imbibes.
Bruce is across the room, plain tonic in hand, and she figures he needs the distraction as well.
Her sashay is unaffected, and if she isn’t as graceful a dancer as usual - well, Bruce will hardly mind her sliding against him a little more than necessary.
She’s just making the party tolerable for him, too.
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A Willing Pupil
This time when she startles him out of sleep he does not misinterpret her intent.
He shies away, *thinking*. He worries about her intentions. Her destructive capabilities. Danger.
Himself.
She tells him that he will never achieve greatness if he does not learn to *act* - trust instinct - rather than *fret* until the opportunity has passed.
Appropriate and right and wrong seem very distant.
There is much that is prudent to learn, she says, about weakness. Battle. Triumph. Limitations. Awkwardness he’s yet to overcome. Hungers to understand, channel.
Shiva is a thorough teacher.
Tim is - abandoning hesitation, briefly - a willing pupil.
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I'm glad I could do Tim and Shiva justice! They're a completely intriguing and the fact that they're so basically canon is still mindboggling and wonderful to me. *grins* ♥
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Okay, I'd love Jason--surprise surprise, I know, right?--and Stephanie, because it's in YOUR head too and that's excellent.
If you want, we can trade drabbles, your happy and giving needs prizes too.
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Cheap Thrills
Stephanie’s snuck out plenty before, but this is the first time her skirt’s been short enough and her lipstick bright enough to actually get *into* the club where the punk band’s playing.
She dances wildly, thankful she isn’t home (her dad’s out of prison again) when she slams into boy -all muscle and shadowed eyes - who doesn’t give an inch and who smiles invitingly at her.
They dance - he can move - and share a table in the shadows where the music pounds like a death rattle instead of a murder. He offers her a smoke but she takes a neck rub (amazing, she sighs) instead.
His accent is like her dad’s friends, but his smile isn’t.
His hand is warm around hers, makes her feel safe in the dark he’s completely comfortable in, and she just laughs when his other hand strokes at her skirt.
She never learns his name.
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But anything by you would be awesome.
-BB
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A Voice of Reason
She picks the girl for her hopeful, terrified eyes.
Bellatrix coos over her, singing soft songs to her. Kissing her gently. Smiling.
The girl shudders at first, flinches away. Tries to scream, which makes Bellatrix grin wider.
But Bellatrix is devoted; she explains to the girl, slowly and rationally, her reasons. The girl is pureblood. She has the capacity to understand.
The girl no longer flinches.
Looks vacantly out pale eyes when Bellatrix smooths blonde hair with thin, wilted fingers.
Begins to understand when Bellatrix whispers that it is a conspiracy. Opens up. Accepts.
She tastes as sweet as madness.
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Bellatrix seemed to speak Luna's language. That appealed to me. Luna's greatest strength is her belief but this time it was a weakness. Very well done! <3
-BB
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I'm very, ridiculously happy that this *worked*, because like I said I had never even contemplated Bellatrix/Luna and had to think through the hows/whys/wherefores before I could even start. I'm glad the reliance on belief is believable! :D Thanks!!
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“Tell me about the Aventine.”
Vorenus’ voice is weak - he’s still too pale. Pullo’d worry he wouldn’t make it home, except that he’s a stubborn bugger.
The boy is above deck. Pullo’s glad to be alone with his friend. “What of it? It’s still full of cutthroats and reeks like Scylla’s cunny.”
Vorenus shakes with suppressed, painful laughter. “And Gaia?”
Vorenus *knew* he didn’t want to talk... remember that traitorous bitch. Pullo can’t deny him. His voice shakes only in anger as he tells everything.
Vorenus rasps, “I miss Niobe.”
Pullo nods, continually sharpening Vorenus’ sword, watching his brother carefully.
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Tolerable
The only way to get through these parties, Selina thinks, is with a good stiff drink or three.
She isn’t precisely in the business anymore, but there was no sense in letting her connections - and knowledge - slip. So she prowls and learns and recklessly imbibes.
Bruce is across the room, plain tonic in hand, and she figures he needs the distraction as well.
Her sashay is unaffected, and if she isn’t as graceful a dancer as usual - well, Bruce will hardly mind her sliding against him a little more than necessary.
She’s just making the party tolerable for him, too.
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I like Selin a here...I think they could have a lot of fun! =)
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