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a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Oct. 15th, 2005 06:20 pm)Fandom: Angel
Title: He Lied
Pairing(s): Spike/Angelus
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst, Betrayal – requested pairing for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bitchygrrl *kisses sweetie!*
Wordcount: 500
He lied.
‘You rotten, bloody GIT!’
He roared around the luxury suite, stepping over the dead porter almost as if the corpse wasn’t there, working himself into a good snit so that he could confront his grandsire, his co-conspirator and deadliest enemy that he knew of.
‘Bloody, wanking PONCE!’ he screamed, kicking over a night-table; and that having not relieved his feelings, he tilted over the gilt mirror that hung snottily from the parlor wall, the sight of his non-reflection even more offensive at this stage.
Of course, if Angelus was there, he would stake him, he would saw his head off with a butter knife, he –
‘Darling Willie – why are you cross?’ Drusilla drifted her wandering way into the room, dreamy, mad eyes dancing over the wreckage with barely a flicker, her mouth curved in a grim smile of disappointment. Obviously, she had missed out on her sweet Willie’s delicious anger and this displeased her greatly.
‘Did Daddy not give you kisses and pettings like you desired?’
‘No.’ He could feel his rage fading as rapidly as it had come, as he gathered his sire, his sister and his love into his arms, brushing her heavy fall of hair from her forehead, his manner doting and foolish, as it always was when it came to Dru. ‘No, he did, pet.’
‘Then why does my Willie shout so?’ She purred, brushing her fingers across his cheek in a similar doting manner, her smile childish and playful once more; trying to distract her darling from a further display of rage with coos and soft chuffs of laughter. ‘Willie will wake Grandmother, and then she will be cross, and Daddy will be unhappy.’
‘Well, I would carry on so much if he wouldn’t LIE, the way he does,’ William protested, clasping her searching fingers up and away from vital parts of his anatomy. ‘He PROMISED.’
‘He promised what, my pet – to scratch, to bite? Daddy does bite so awfully hard…’
William rolled his eyes and shook his head. ‘No... No love, it’s foolish, really.’
Angelus chose that moment to sneak through the door, guilt writ all over his grinning face as he tried to sweep both children into his arms and distract them with playful kisses and growls.
‘And what were we arguin’ about, now? Lack of porters?’ With a kick to a certain dead one on the floor. ‘If you are in need of room service – ’
‘Where did you go?!’ William shouted, shoving him off with a returning growl.‘You promised to stay in with me tonight and read over my latest poems! You - you said that you looked forward to it! And now, look! Half the night gone, not a drop to bloody drink – ’ with a mild kick to the dead porter – ‘And -and…’
‘William, William…’ Angelus soothed. ‘I lied.’
‘You bloody well right, you did!’ William roared, giving the poor dead man another savage kick. ‘And you didn’t even bring home anything, and now we WILL have to call for room service – then run to the nearest BARN to get ahead of the bloody villagers! And…wait a minute. Whaddya mean you lied?’
‘I lied about the lying in and listening to your rotten poetry, my darlin’,’ Angelus purred, sidestepping the latest vicious swipe of William’s lower limbs. ‘I lied when I said I would actually listen to you prattle on about the moon and stars and bloody whatever else you could cram onto a page in your worryingly NEAT handwriting, love. You poetry is awful, horrible and a slower death than I have ever intended to endure – ’
Dru giggled, while William gaped, angry and hurt – but Angelus had a cure for that, too.
‘There was one thing I didn’t lie about, love.’
‘Oh?! And what’s that?!’ William huffed, offended and unwilling to be consoled.
‘A lie-in sounds nice. Along with all those other things that I promised last night.’
‘Oh?’ William looked interested, amused and half-mollified all at once, a sly answering grin smoothing his lips and the angry lines out of his forehead.
‘Oh, yes…’ Angelus crooned, sweeping him off to the master bedroom to prove that, though he was less than truthful about the love of his pet’s poetry, he was damn truthful about other things – like the love of his pet.
Dru drifted from the main parlor with a knowing chuckle. It would be all right now – Daddy would make sweet Willie forget all about being cross - and this would be so much moonlight on a starry night.
Oh, yes – Daddy could lie. But it felt so good when he did it in bed, next to you, than in words that were meant to confuse, and distract. Yes, there was lying –
Then - there was LYING.
Even though she was mad – she knew which one she preferred, and from the sounds coming from the master suite –
She knew which one sweet Willie preferred, too.
Fandom: MacGyver
Title: The Bleak Truth
Pairing(s): MacGyver/Murdoc
Rating: R
Warnings: Little bit of blood, torture mentioned, canon character death (excerpt from ‘No Way Out’)
Wordcount: 300
Dark blanket of blinding, streaming cold – settling at his feet in white flakes, a clean twilight. He washed his hands through the air, trying to catch the swirling mist, half disappointed when he came in contact with nothing.
But it’s not surprising when nothing could capture nothing.
He blinked into the freezing air between the alley walls, and tried not to look behind him –
What was the truth? Helpless victim, or vicious killer – and which was he?
Blood, a dark, spreading stain – like oil on water, black ichor on a gray background of falling snow, and cracked cement...
Death. Death at his hands. That was the Truth.
The lie was that he’d had any control over his situation to begin with.
No.
No – that was a lie. That he had killed to save himself from a normal existence – that was the truth. That he would ever attain that normal existence again – was a lie.
/Do what you have to do. Know that I forgive you./
God, help him – what was he going to do now?
He sank to his knees on the crystallized pavement, and stared blankly at the moon, her full grin lasering through him like an evil eye.
Truth, lies. None of it mattered anymore.
As he collapsed into his own mind, he never heard the sirens in the snowy night, and the man who was once known as MacGyver wept for what was lost, though he was unsure of exactly which loss he cried for.
What he had been, what he was now, or what he had done.
And this was the fundamental truth, that was composed of a lie.
With this inner knowledge, he found himself swept back into the arms of civilization and rediscovered that Hell was what waited for you when you closed your eyes - even when they were wide open.
Welcome back to the land of the living.
Fandom: Stargate
Title: The Truth Behind the Lies
Pairing(s): Jack/Daniel
Rating: R
Warnings: None really. Maybe sappiness in over abundance – some angst too.
Wordcount:300
I watch you, sitting by the fire, immersed in your journal, recording the thoughts of the day and wonder if you will ever see through the lies - and if you ever do, how badly our friendship would suffer.
I watch, and I wait, and I hope (and I dread) the day you ever see the truth, the REASON, behind all the fights, the misunderstandings, the cold shoulders.
The day you realize that I am in love with you.
I could never misunderstand you – I know you too well.
I could never ignore you – you fill my dreams.
And I will never let you go –
As the phantom that was you, fades behind the wall of flame – the familiar image of you scratching away quietly in your notebook, recording meticulously your thoughts, dreams, theorems and imaginings. Just so much smoke, replaced by the images of what is my team now.
My team that is one less.
And I pray that my love for you can be felt across the stars, to wherever you are now, and that you never know how deep it goes.
That you never know the truth, that you never guess at the wall of lies that I built between us.
And I gaze at the foreign sky and pray that someday, the pain will be less, that your death will stop tearing me apart.
Who said I could never lie to myself, when the truth is so much harder to bear.
I love you, Daniel.
And I pray that you never know how much.
Title: He Lied
Pairing(s): Spike/Angelus
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst, Betrayal – requested pairing for
bitchygrrl *kisses sweetie!*Wordcount: 500
He lied.
‘You rotten, bloody GIT!’
He roared around the luxury suite, stepping over the dead porter almost as if the corpse wasn’t there, working himself into a good snit so that he could confront his grandsire, his co-conspirator and deadliest enemy that he knew of.
‘Bloody, wanking PONCE!’ he screamed, kicking over a night-table; and that having not relieved his feelings, he tilted over the gilt mirror that hung snottily from the parlor wall, the sight of his non-reflection even more offensive at this stage.
Of course, if Angelus was there, he would stake him, he would saw his head off with a butter knife, he –
‘Darling Willie – why are you cross?’ Drusilla drifted her wandering way into the room, dreamy, mad eyes dancing over the wreckage with barely a flicker, her mouth curved in a grim smile of disappointment. Obviously, she had missed out on her sweet Willie’s delicious anger and this displeased her greatly.
‘Did Daddy not give you kisses and pettings like you desired?’
‘No.’ He could feel his rage fading as rapidly as it had come, as he gathered his sire, his sister and his love into his arms, brushing her heavy fall of hair from her forehead, his manner doting and foolish, as it always was when it came to Dru. ‘No, he did, pet.’
‘Then why does my Willie shout so?’ She purred, brushing her fingers across his cheek in a similar doting manner, her smile childish and playful once more; trying to distract her darling from a further display of rage with coos and soft chuffs of laughter. ‘Willie will wake Grandmother, and then she will be cross, and Daddy will be unhappy.’
‘Well, I would carry on so much if he wouldn’t LIE, the way he does,’ William protested, clasping her searching fingers up and away from vital parts of his anatomy. ‘He PROMISED.’
‘He promised what, my pet – to scratch, to bite? Daddy does bite so awfully hard…’
William rolled his eyes and shook his head. ‘No... No love, it’s foolish, really.’
Angelus chose that moment to sneak through the door, guilt writ all over his grinning face as he tried to sweep both children into his arms and distract them with playful kisses and growls.
‘And what were we arguin’ about, now? Lack of porters?’ With a kick to a certain dead one on the floor. ‘If you are in need of room service – ’
‘Where did you go?!’ William shouted, shoving him off with a returning growl.‘You promised to stay in with me tonight and read over my latest poems! You - you said that you looked forward to it! And now, look! Half the night gone, not a drop to bloody drink – ’ with a mild kick to the dead porter – ‘And -and…’
‘William, William…’ Angelus soothed. ‘I lied.’
‘You bloody well right, you did!’ William roared, giving the poor dead man another savage kick. ‘And you didn’t even bring home anything, and now we WILL have to call for room service – then run to the nearest BARN to get ahead of the bloody villagers! And…wait a minute. Whaddya mean you lied?’
‘I lied about the lying in and listening to your rotten poetry, my darlin’,’ Angelus purred, sidestepping the latest vicious swipe of William’s lower limbs. ‘I lied when I said I would actually listen to you prattle on about the moon and stars and bloody whatever else you could cram onto a page in your worryingly NEAT handwriting, love. You poetry is awful, horrible and a slower death than I have ever intended to endure – ’
Dru giggled, while William gaped, angry and hurt – but Angelus had a cure for that, too.
‘There was one thing I didn’t lie about, love.’
‘Oh?! And what’s that?!’ William huffed, offended and unwilling to be consoled.
‘A lie-in sounds nice. Along with all those other things that I promised last night.’
‘Oh?’ William looked interested, amused and half-mollified all at once, a sly answering grin smoothing his lips and the angry lines out of his forehead.
‘Oh, yes…’ Angelus crooned, sweeping him off to the master bedroom to prove that, though he was less than truthful about the love of his pet’s poetry, he was damn truthful about other things – like the love of his pet.
Dru drifted from the main parlor with a knowing chuckle. It would be all right now – Daddy would make sweet Willie forget all about being cross - and this would be so much moonlight on a starry night.
Oh, yes – Daddy could lie. But it felt so good when he did it in bed, next to you, than in words that were meant to confuse, and distract. Yes, there was lying –
Then - there was LYING.
Even though she was mad – she knew which one she preferred, and from the sounds coming from the master suite –
She knew which one sweet Willie preferred, too.
Fandom: MacGyver
Title: The Bleak Truth
Pairing(s): MacGyver/Murdoc
Rating: R
Warnings: Little bit of blood, torture mentioned, canon character death (excerpt from ‘No Way Out’)
Wordcount: 300
Dark blanket of blinding, streaming cold – settling at his feet in white flakes, a clean twilight. He washed his hands through the air, trying to catch the swirling mist, half disappointed when he came in contact with nothing.
But it’s not surprising when nothing could capture nothing.
He blinked into the freezing air between the alley walls, and tried not to look behind him –
What was the truth? Helpless victim, or vicious killer – and which was he?
Blood, a dark, spreading stain – like oil on water, black ichor on a gray background of falling snow, and cracked cement...
Death. Death at his hands. That was the Truth.
The lie was that he’d had any control over his situation to begin with.
No.
No – that was a lie. That he had killed to save himself from a normal existence – that was the truth. That he would ever attain that normal existence again – was a lie.
/Do what you have to do. Know that I forgive you./
God, help him – what was he going to do now?
He sank to his knees on the crystallized pavement, and stared blankly at the moon, her full grin lasering through him like an evil eye.
Truth, lies. None of it mattered anymore.
As he collapsed into his own mind, he never heard the sirens in the snowy night, and the man who was once known as MacGyver wept for what was lost, though he was unsure of exactly which loss he cried for.
What he had been, what he was now, or what he had done.
And this was the fundamental truth, that was composed of a lie.
With this inner knowledge, he found himself swept back into the arms of civilization and rediscovered that Hell was what waited for you when you closed your eyes - even when they were wide open.
Welcome back to the land of the living.
Fandom: Stargate
Title: The Truth Behind the Lies
Pairing(s): Jack/Daniel
Rating: R
Warnings: None really. Maybe sappiness in over abundance – some angst too.
Wordcount:300
I watch you, sitting by the fire, immersed in your journal, recording the thoughts of the day and wonder if you will ever see through the lies - and if you ever do, how badly our friendship would suffer.
I watch, and I wait, and I hope (and I dread) the day you ever see the truth, the REASON, behind all the fights, the misunderstandings, the cold shoulders.
The day you realize that I am in love with you.
I could never misunderstand you – I know you too well.
I could never ignore you – you fill my dreams.
And I will never let you go –
As the phantom that was you, fades behind the wall of flame – the familiar image of you scratching away quietly in your notebook, recording meticulously your thoughts, dreams, theorems and imaginings. Just so much smoke, replaced by the images of what is my team now.
My team that is one less.
And I pray that my love for you can be felt across the stars, to wherever you are now, and that you never know how deep it goes.
That you never know the truth, that you never guess at the wall of lies that I built between us.
And I gaze at the foreign sky and pray that someday, the pain will be less, that your death will stop tearing me apart.
Who said I could never lie to myself, when the truth is so much harder to bear.
I love you, Daniel.
And I pray that you never know how much.
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