Etuis miära koriatüan cyris.

101_kisses: Four of diamonds

2005-08-24T19:55:00.000-10:00

Because Angel deserves something. *grin* Slice-of-life drabble that would probably never happen canon-wise, but what the hell. Effy, think of it as a substitute for my having to prostrate myself at your feet. ~~If you believed me about that, that is. XD~~

Green eyes observed them, gauging them, betraying nothing. Then, in a voice as flat as the gaze, "All in." as a substantial pile of chips were pushed to the middle of the table.

"Oh my, that's a lot of nights I'm going to be covering for you, Gottsberg."

"Akira, if you're not even going to give us hints about his hand, you might as well get away from him," Angel snapped.

Twin smiles. It was like being faced with two Cheshire cats.

"Oh, fuck it." The teenager threw his cards on the table. "That better be a fucking good hand, Lucifer."

"Cain?"

"...Ditto. Fuck it." Another set of cards joined the first.

Smile still in place, Lucifer slid his cards into a stack and lay them down, hand obscuring them. He slid his hand to the right, revealing the cards one by one. Ace of spades... king of spades... queen... jack...

"Bloody fucking hell!"

Four of diamonds.

Akira laughed, clapped his partner on the back, and continued on his way to the kitchen. Lucifer swept his winnings towards himself, smile shifting into a smirk at his opponents' expressions of thunderstruck annoyance.

"And you wondered why he didn't want to play. Now, you two, remember: two minutes. And it better be a good kiss, or I'll make you do it again."

[link; gag drabbles] BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

2005-07-19T18:55:00.000-10:00

I point you all to this drabblematic machine of ~~awe and wonder~~ crack. I'm having an obscene amount of fun.

Pairing: Z/A... aka omgHATE!crack (seriously, you guys are creeping me out with this one)

LINK!

[link] :3

2005-06-19T03:38:00.000-10:00

I am in need of sleep, and so this will be short and sweet.

drabbletime!

[link] perfect blue

2005-05-29T19:47:00.000-10:00

Yeah. Definitely too long for this place this time around. Go here. It's the latest post (of course). Direct comments there, please. I like LJ and nesting comment threads. >_>

And, no, this is not time for Guess the Fandom. Because I'm not going to answer. Personal terms that pertain to writing and internet-publishing of the piece, you see.

...But, come on, I've been ranting about it for weeks. You beetches are smart beetches. And I'm totally transparent with these things. :D

こっち向いて / look over here (pg13! XD)

2005-05-22T23:25:00.000-10:00

from: a 30-Themed Kiss. Link is BROKEN, but that's where the list was. 30 Kisses has it saved in their userinfo.
for: aw, hell, my sanity. to (finally!) thin the plotbunny horde. and for whoever recognizes the chars within. ~~::smooches Effy for being the king of randomitalics!Angel::~~ K + midnight + smashed!Angel!muse = perv.
one month 'til one year 'til I can (legally) drink and gamble! ^_^

"Hey, come take a look at this."

Purportedly, it was Lucifer's day off. Essentially, Lucifer never had a day off. Hence his presence, sprawled across the couch, patiently waiting for Angel to work his computer magic. And by patiently, he was impatient -- because he always was, along with a few other choice words -- but Cain was doing a very good job of keeping him from thinking about it.

Murmurs. Breathy laughter, interrupted by a moan.

By all means, Angel should have minded. Lucifer had claimed to have forgone his usual day-off hibernation, long enough to drop by and collect whatever it was he wanted this time. Cain had dropped by at five in the morning, of all the godawful times, to crash his nocturnal ass because his own place was too far away. (Angel had sneered and came up with a whole new rainbow of epithets for him, but had shrugged in the end; what the hell, as long as the guy didn't snore and bother him.) Thin walls were one thing, but they were in the same fucking room. And for fuck's sake, they were acting like a pair of goddamn newlyweds!

He considered bringing that up, if only to get a rise out of Lucifer.

A rustle of clothing. Another laugh. A murmur. A growl.

Angel only understood the word "kitten" amid the mess of words.

A sound he'd never heard Lucifer make before. And he'd heard Lucifer make a lot of sounds.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered.

He found his headphones atop the tangled pile of cables next to his desk and jammed them on, turning up the music until its strong basslines threatened him with a headache. The window, he minimized, switched for a (subtly rigged) game of Internet Poker. Averting (il)legal crises could wait. He had his own (il)legal schemes to keep him busy.

Behind him, laughter bubbled up again.

"He didn't leave," Lucifer pointed out between gasps. "You owe me fifty bucks."

Cain nipped his collarbone for his trouble. "I'll make you forget I owe you fifty bucks."

Lucifer might have laughed, but his attention was rapidly being diverted to where Cain's fingers were traveling.

"Wanna bet?"

wakareru (to separate)

2005-04-01T23:15:00.000-10:00

He reaches, then, for the other's hand, the movement slow in its unconsciousness. Fingertips trained past their natural sensitivity brush over scars, callouses, the folding of skin over knuckles, memorizing every rise and fall and line and curve.

A moment. A whisper.
The daring, steel trap of a mind afraid it would forget.

Forget. The world could forget. As long as he would remember, it was all right. Mental sustenance not knowledge, but memory.

Behind his eyelids, he sees dark hair, enigmatic eyes, a cocky grin.
A gun with the hammer held back, forever in stasis.
The arcs of blood spatters, like morbid tie-dye.
A hand reaching out to caress him.

I'm selfish, his touch says, and I'm a coward and I'm sorry and I love you.

Always.

Goodbye, he retreats.

His whole life, he was fearless.

Except this moment.

He does not open his eyes until he has left the room.

Cocoa?

2005-02-26T19:05:00.000-10:00

Dude. I get bored sometimes.

...Okay, so not just sometimes. More like most of the time. I've got the attention span of a fruit fly. And I should know about their attention span-- I've crushed more of them for DNA sampling than I can remember. (Which isn't saying much, come to think of it, considering my memory sucks monkey butt.)

So why make this blog when I have a perfectly good ten thousand other ones spanning the web? For whatever shit's not worthy of the others, of course! ...All right, so whatever's not worthy of the ficblog (and most other things-- the barrow, for one XDDDD). I figure, this'll get me writing during my slumps and downtime. (Yeah, right, I'll forget about it sooner or later.)

Look, don't come here. Don't read this crap. This is for the benefit of my motivation. And to provide a certain group of beetches something to tease me about.

Oh. And before I forget. Blog title. From Lynn Flewelling's Nightrunner series. Best books EVAR.

..........Meeeeh. *shuffle off*