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killerweasel.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Mar. 10th, 2005 11:35 pm)Under the cut are 5 adornment drabbles.
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Lindsey/Wes
"See? I told you that demons could do better artwork than humans." I sprawled myself on the bed, extending my leg so he could get a good look at the image I'd picked out. My flesh was still red and raw underneath the ink. "It's okay, you can touch it. The skin doesn't even hurt that much any more."
His finger darted forward again, and this time it slowly traced each coil of the rattlesnake. As he reached the snake's belly, the image shimmered, revealing a word. He read it out loud, making a smile spread on my face. "Wesley’s."
Lindsey/Wes
"How long are you planning on wearing that thing?" He gave me a look as I adjusted the hat on my head. Sure it was very childish and rather silly, but deep down that's who I was.
"I put in a lot of work to earn it." My hand rubbed against my swollen stomach. I don't think I'd had that much ice cream in years. Every person who managed to finish the legendary 'pig's trough' got one.
"'I made a pig of myself at London's Dairy'. Yes love, you certainly did." He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.
Lindsey/Angel
Every time we met, he left a mark of some sort on my body. I think we were both getting off on the pain by this point. I'd come to understand that it was some form of vampire foreplay. The violence eventually leads to things of a completely different nature.
This one was from having my head slammed into the truck. The stump of my wrist was raw again from the shattered fake hand. I'd lost track of when the older ones were inflicted, but they ached. Judging by the number of cuts and bruises, Angel must really like me.
Angel/Lindsey
It was already fading. He ran his hand slowly over the scar on the skin above his heart, still confused as to why he'd been stabbed. Nothing made since any more. Why would the former lawyer come back if it wasn't to kill him? He sighed.
Lindsey could have taken his head off, even got a bit of revenge for the evil hand, but he hadn't. Instead he did something that wouldn't kill, just hurt and piss off. Maybe there had been some sort of a plan, but Angel didn't have a clue. It was too late to ask now.
Xander/Andrew
"You can't be serious." But the look on Andrew’s face was very serious as he held it out again. "I'm not going to wear that to the convention, I'll look like a jackass." I sighed, forcing myself not to reach for the garment.
"But you promised me you'd wear it." Oh no, not the pout, anything but the pout.
"That was because you said we were going as Captain Kirk and Spock, not Kirk and one of the hot alien chicks." I scowled as the pout was joined by a pair of puppy dog eyes. "Fine, I'll wear the dress!"
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Lindsey/Wes
"See? I told you that demons could do better artwork than humans." I sprawled myself on the bed, extending my leg so he could get a good look at the image I'd picked out. My flesh was still red and raw underneath the ink. "It's okay, you can touch it. The skin doesn't even hurt that much any more."
His finger darted forward again, and this time it slowly traced each coil of the rattlesnake. As he reached the snake's belly, the image shimmered, revealing a word. He read it out loud, making a smile spread on my face. "Wesley’s."
Lindsey/Wes
"How long are you planning on wearing that thing?" He gave me a look as I adjusted the hat on my head. Sure it was very childish and rather silly, but deep down that's who I was.
"I put in a lot of work to earn it." My hand rubbed against my swollen stomach. I don't think I'd had that much ice cream in years. Every person who managed to finish the legendary 'pig's trough' got one.
"'I made a pig of myself at London's Dairy'. Yes love, you certainly did." He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.
Lindsey/Angel
Every time we met, he left a mark of some sort on my body. I think we were both getting off on the pain by this point. I'd come to understand that it was some form of vampire foreplay. The violence eventually leads to things of a completely different nature.
This one was from having my head slammed into the truck. The stump of my wrist was raw again from the shattered fake hand. I'd lost track of when the older ones were inflicted, but they ached. Judging by the number of cuts and bruises, Angel must really like me.
Angel/Lindsey
It was already fading. He ran his hand slowly over the scar on the skin above his heart, still confused as to why he'd been stabbed. Nothing made since any more. Why would the former lawyer come back if it wasn't to kill him? He sighed.
Lindsey could have taken his head off, even got a bit of revenge for the evil hand, but he hadn't. Instead he did something that wouldn't kill, just hurt and piss off. Maybe there had been some sort of a plan, but Angel didn't have a clue. It was too late to ask now.
Xander/Andrew
"You can't be serious." But the look on Andrew’s face was very serious as he held it out again. "I'm not going to wear that to the convention, I'll look like a jackass." I sighed, forcing myself not to reach for the garment.
"But you promised me you'd wear it." Oh no, not the pout, anything but the pout.
"That was because you said we were going as Captain Kirk and Spock, not Kirk and one of the hot alien chicks." I scowled as the pout was joined by a pair of puppy dog eyes. "Fine, I'll wear the dress!"
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Xander in a dress for Andrew? ::whimpers some more:: *g*