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slashthedrabble Dec. 3rd, 2004 09:30 pm)
eatenbyweasels.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 3rd, 2004 09:30 pm)Too Late
Andrew looks like Hell. If Hell has sated debauchery all over its unshaven face. “Another rough night?” Xander attends with coffee for the figure half-slumped at the breakfast table.
Smudged eyes, taunting. “Almost rough enough.” The crush that died of Xander’s neglect, took with it the stumbling tongue, the whine. Camp is tempered to a smooth challenge. No more apologies.
A ruined t-shirt betrays a piercing, a tattoo or three, on a body honed and cultured. Peacock from the ashes of himself. Andrew goes out and takes his pick. Xander lies watching the clock, longing to turn it back.
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*runs*
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*kneels at your feet*
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Thanks, Janet - and give in to the X/Andrew. The ridicule is worth it! *g*
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*hugs*
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*snuggles*
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A ruined t-shirt betrays a piercing, a tattoo or three, on a body honed and cultured. Peacock from the ashes of himself. Andrew goes out and takes his pick.
Now that's an Andrew I could like. *g*
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Having not seen the last 3 series of Angel, I can only say WTF were they thinking trying to hetify the little gay boy?!
Just... no.
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*runs*
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Ouch. Poor Xander...and Andrew, for becoming all jaded.
Although, jaded Andrew is surprisingly hot. ;-)
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Damnit.
Smudged eyes, taunting. “Almost rough enough.” The crush that died of Xander’s neglect, took with it the stumbling tongue, the whine. Camp is tempered to a smooth challenge. No more apologies.
Death-of-a-thousand-cuts painful.
Peacock from the ashes of himself.
Dear god, that is so fucking sharp and beautiful.
Andrew goes out and takes his pick. Xander lies watching the clock, longing to turn it back.
This whole piece was -
Jesus, will you marry me? You, me and [Unknown site tag] will get a small house just outside Toronto and live in sinfull bliss. . . .
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Okay, how 'bout we all live in NYC? I just picked Toronto cuz I figured Vampirellabites'd wanna live there, but NYC is a way better city. And closer to Yorkshire, too *winning smile*
And yeah, bring along the hubby, if you can't shake him. I'd put up with nine husbands for hot-n-cold running Eatenbyweasels fic =D
Consider my troth plighted -
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* comes over very English and swoons*
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Thinking is for morons! Live in the moment!
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