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killerweasel.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble May. 19th, 2005 11:36 am)Here are five drabbles for this week's theme.
Feedback is always groovy.
?/vampire
I lie back as far as I can, closing my eyes and trying to get some rest before he wakes. It’s hard to sleep being tied in this position, not to mention highly uncomfortable, but he won’t let me go until he’s had enough, and that particular hunger is never filled.
This is the eye of the hurricane. It’s that one moment of calm and peace, lulling a person into a false sense of security before the winds pick up again. I don’t know how long it will last, so every precious second counts. But at the moment, I’m safe.
Lindsey/Angel
The rain was falling gently, barely even making the leaves on the trees bend. I walked out the door, enjoying the way the damp grass felt underneath my toes. It’s too bad Angel won’t come out here to enjoy this with me. He thought I was crazy to go wandering in the rain.
I tilted my face up, closing my eyes and letting the water run down every inch of skin. My pants are getting soaked, but I don’t care. This is the only time I can feel clean, everything I’ve done in the past is slowly being washed away.
Lindsey/Wes
“How long do we have to be down here?” I glanced up at the door as it creaked again. Something crashed in the distance and I hoped it wasn’t my truck. If that thing could still drive after being crashed through a house, it should be able to stand up to a tornado.
“Just have to wait until the siren stops.” I wrapped my arms around him, pulling Wes closer.
“I really don’t like this place.”
“I know.” It wasn’t the storm; it was the tight space and the darkness that seemed to be closing in as time went on.
Wes and Lindsey
“I won’t go back, not even for him. You can’t make me. I left for a reason, Wesley.” There was something on his face that made me take a step backwards. It was like watching a storm being born. His voice was thunder; his eyes were bolts of lightning.
“He needs your help Lindsey, but you know he’d never ask himself. He’s too proud for that. If you were the one to point it what he was doing, then maybe he’d listen for a change.”
“What we had, we can’t have it again. One of us will end up dead.”
Angel/Lindsey
“This is your fault.”
“How is it my fault?”
“You’re the one who wanted to take the boat out. I told you they were predicting a storm, but did you listen to me? Of course not.”
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?”
“I’m the asshole? Who’s the one who managed to knock both of the oars into the water?”
“I wouldn’t have dropped them if your big, gel-covered head hadn’t slammed into my back when the lightning hit the water.”
“It’s mousse, not gel. There is a difference.”
“Oh, excuse me. Your mousse-covered head.”
“Shut up and swim, Lindsey.”
Feedback is always groovy.
?/vampire
I lie back as far as I can, closing my eyes and trying to get some rest before he wakes. It’s hard to sleep being tied in this position, not to mention highly uncomfortable, but he won’t let me go until he’s had enough, and that particular hunger is never filled.
This is the eye of the hurricane. It’s that one moment of calm and peace, lulling a person into a false sense of security before the winds pick up again. I don’t know how long it will last, so every precious second counts. But at the moment, I’m safe.
Lindsey/Angel
The rain was falling gently, barely even making the leaves on the trees bend. I walked out the door, enjoying the way the damp grass felt underneath my toes. It’s too bad Angel won’t come out here to enjoy this with me. He thought I was crazy to go wandering in the rain.
I tilted my face up, closing my eyes and letting the water run down every inch of skin. My pants are getting soaked, but I don’t care. This is the only time I can feel clean, everything I’ve done in the past is slowly being washed away.
Lindsey/Wes
“How long do we have to be down here?” I glanced up at the door as it creaked again. Something crashed in the distance and I hoped it wasn’t my truck. If that thing could still drive after being crashed through a house, it should be able to stand up to a tornado.
“Just have to wait until the siren stops.” I wrapped my arms around him, pulling Wes closer.
“I really don’t like this place.”
“I know.” It wasn’t the storm; it was the tight space and the darkness that seemed to be closing in as time went on.
Wes and Lindsey
“I won’t go back, not even for him. You can’t make me. I left for a reason, Wesley.” There was something on his face that made me take a step backwards. It was like watching a storm being born. His voice was thunder; his eyes were bolts of lightning.
“He needs your help Lindsey, but you know he’d never ask himself. He’s too proud for that. If you were the one to point it what he was doing, then maybe he’d listen for a change.”
“What we had, we can’t have it again. One of us will end up dead.”
Angel/Lindsey
“This is your fault.”
“How is it my fault?”
“You’re the one who wanted to take the boat out. I told you they were predicting a storm, but did you listen to me? Of course not.”
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?”
“I’m the asshole? Who’s the one who managed to knock both of the oars into the water?”
“I wouldn’t have dropped them if your big, gel-covered head hadn’t slammed into my back when the lightning hit the water.”
“It’s mousse, not gel. There is a difference.”
“Oh, excuse me. Your mousse-covered head.”
“Shut up and swim, Lindsey.”
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“It’s mousse, not gel. There is a difference.”
Of course there is! *g*