Are You There, God? It's Oz Drabble Tree
Is everyone ready for our 4th drabble tree? If you haven't done this before, or if you're new to the fandom, take a look at The First Ever Oz Drabble Tree, The Return of Oz Drabble Tree and The Little Oz Drabble Tree That Could.
Same rules as last time...
1. Oz characters, please. Xovers with the usual suspects are also welcome (SVU, Wanted, Rescue Me etc.)
2. Het, slash, gen. Any character or pairing. It's all good.
3. Drabble (100 words) is a suggestion. You won't get shanked if you do a double drabble or it runs a bit long.
4. Your drabble must be posted as a comment to this entry.
5. Include a word, phrase or sentence from a previous drabble in the tree. Put it in the subject line and bold it.
6. You can riff on any drabble in the tree. Just reply to the drabble you're riffing from.
7. Write as many drabbles as you want.
8. Drabbles only, please. No comments. Show your appreciation by jumping off someone else's drabble.
9. If you have any questions, head over to my LJ-- I'll have an announcement post over there where you can ask for help or leave a comment.
10. The Drabble Tree will run through the weekend, but if there is enough interest we'll keep it running longer. When it's over, post your drabbles to your own LJ and/or archive them.
Chris recognizes them the minute he lays eyes on them. Even if he doesn't know their names, never met them before, or will ever see them again unless it's in the tangled sheets of musty motel rooms with the light of neon signs flickering through the blinds.
Pretty golden boys, shining eyes and smooth skin, dressed down to go slumming, but out of place anyway. Too clean, too neat, their leather jackets unmarred by the wear and tear of what happens to clothes when you live your life in them.
They leave their frat houses, their girlfriends, their safe places behind, looking for excitement, looking for an experience they can carefully edit later when they tell the story to their friends in bored tones, leaving out the part where they lost their wallet, their car keys, and their cherry to a man.
On a good night, Chris will walk up to the pool table and lay his money down, let them win a few rounds. He'll make sure his new friend buys all the drinks, and plenty of them, before he cleans them out. Afterwards, he'll take them out to the alley, push them against the wall, rub their dicks through soft denim and it's, "I can't-- " and "I don't-- " and "I'm not-- " but in the end they always beg for it.
On a bad night, Chris isn't as honey smooth. He lets them get a glimpse: his teeth, his eyes, he lets them see what's coming for them if they're not smart enough to run.
None of them ever run.
For them, it's a room and a bed. He takes them places they never expected to go, and faster than they ever wanted. He'll peel them open, show them things about themselves they'll spend the rest of their lives trying to forget. They'll see themselves reflected in his eyes, then they'll see what's behind his eyes, and they whimper for him to stop even as they spread themselves wide, offering up more.
On the really bad nights, it's stained sheets, the trunk of his car, and a shovel. It's a long drive through the ass end of night, headlights guiding him to the woods, a flashlight leading him on the final leg of the journey to somewhere quiet, undisturbed.
It's the only way a really bad night can end. It's like they know it, too. Like it wasn't chance that made them walk through the doors of a dive where they didn't belong.
Chris recognizes them every time. He thinks that maybe they recognize him, too.
Sorry! My start off drabble got away from me. :::blushes:::
ETA: RPS is allowed, but please put RPS in the header of your drabble/ficlet. Those of you who don't read RPS, please make sure you read the headers. Apologies to anyone who was caught by surprise.
ETA: The drabble tree is officially over!!! Thanks for participating!
Same rules as last time...
1. Oz characters, please. Xovers with the usual suspects are also welcome (SVU, Wanted, Rescue Me etc.)
2. Het, slash, gen. Any character or pairing. It's all good.
3. Drabble (100 words) is a suggestion. You won't get shanked if you do a double drabble or it runs a bit long.
4. Your drabble must be posted as a comment to this entry.
5. Include a word, phrase or sentence from a previous drabble in the tree. Put it in the subject line and bold it.
6. You can riff on any drabble in the tree. Just reply to the drabble you're riffing from.
7. Write as many drabbles as you want.
8. Drabbles only, please. No comments. Show your appreciation by jumping off someone else's drabble.
9. If you have any questions, head over to my LJ-- I'll have an announcement post over there where you can ask for help or leave a comment.
10. The Drabble Tree will run through the weekend, but if there is enough interest we'll keep it running longer. When it's over, post your drabbles to your own LJ and/or archive them.
Chris recognizes them the minute he lays eyes on them. Even if he doesn't know their names, never met them before, or will ever see them again unless it's in the tangled sheets of musty motel rooms with the light of neon signs flickering through the blinds.
Pretty golden boys, shining eyes and smooth skin, dressed down to go slumming, but out of place anyway. Too clean, too neat, their leather jackets unmarred by the wear and tear of what happens to clothes when you live your life in them.
They leave their frat houses, their girlfriends, their safe places behind, looking for excitement, looking for an experience they can carefully edit later when they tell the story to their friends in bored tones, leaving out the part where they lost their wallet, their car keys, and their cherry to a man.
On a good night, Chris will walk up to the pool table and lay his money down, let them win a few rounds. He'll make sure his new friend buys all the drinks, and plenty of them, before he cleans them out. Afterwards, he'll take them out to the alley, push them against the wall, rub their dicks through soft denim and it's, "I can't-- " and "I don't-- " and "I'm not-- " but in the end they always beg for it.
On a bad night, Chris isn't as honey smooth. He lets them get a glimpse: his teeth, his eyes, he lets them see what's coming for them if they're not smart enough to run.
None of them ever run.
For them, it's a room and a bed. He takes them places they never expected to go, and faster than they ever wanted. He'll peel them open, show them things about themselves they'll spend the rest of their lives trying to forget. They'll see themselves reflected in his eyes, then they'll see what's behind his eyes, and they whimper for him to stop even as they spread themselves wide, offering up more.
On the really bad nights, it's stained sheets, the trunk of his car, and a shovel. It's a long drive through the ass end of night, headlights guiding him to the woods, a flashlight leading him on the final leg of the journey to somewhere quiet, undisturbed.
It's the only way a really bad night can end. It's like they know it, too. Like it wasn't chance that made them walk through the doors of a dive where they didn't belong.
Chris recognizes them every time. He thinks that maybe they recognize him, too.
Sorry! My start off drabble got away from me. :::blushes:::
ETA: RPS is allowed, but please put RPS in the header of your drabble/ficlet. Those of you who don't read RPS, please make sure you read the headers. Apologies to anyone who was caught by surprise.
ETA: The drabble tree is officially over!!! Thanks for participating!