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killerweasel.livejournal.com May. 19th, 2005 11:36 am)
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piksa.livejournal.com Feb. 19th, 2005 12:30 pm)
My offering for this week. The pairing is left open so you can imagine whoever you want here.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 400
Warnings: light D/s
( Lost property )
Rating: PG-13
Words: 400
Warnings: light D/s
( Lost property )
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mirasol.livejournal.com Jan. 22nd, 2005 09:59 pm)
This could be any of your favourite human/vampire pairings.
You’ve got to do it, you see? I’m more afraid of not being with you than I’m scared of dying.
I don’t want to get old when you stay this age forever. You know all that live fast, love hard, and leave a great looking corpse…
I want to choose when I get to go. I don’t want to die old and weak, don’t want to die in my sleep.
I want to feel it. I missed most of my life already, and I don’t want to miss my death. I want to embrace it.
I want to smell it.
You’ve got to do it, you see? I’m more afraid of not being with you than I’m scared of dying.
I don’t want to get old when you stay this age forever. You know all that live fast, love hard, and leave a great looking corpse…
I want to choose when I get to go. I don’t want to die old and weak, don’t want to die in my sleep.
I want to feel it. I missed most of my life already, and I don’t want to miss my death. I want to embrace it.
I want to smell it.
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killerweasel.livejournal.com Jan. 6th, 2005 06:46 pm)
100 word drabble
This could be any male with any manpire.
Sounds of Silence
I'm used to the quiet now. Silence blankets the room like a shroud. The only thing I can hear is my own heartbeat. For a moment I think I'm alone, but then the bed shifts under his weight, reminding me he’s still here.
Sighing, I crawl across the silk sheets until I'm lying on his chest. My ear is directly above his heart, and yet I can hear no sound. There is no rise and fall; just muscles moving while he sleeps. He's dreaming of the past again, I can always tell. I know he’s dreaming of whom he lost.
This could be any male with any manpire.
Sounds of Silence
I'm used to the quiet now. Silence blankets the room like a shroud. The only thing I can hear is my own heartbeat. For a moment I think I'm alone, but then the bed shifts under his weight, reminding me he’s still here.
Sighing, I crawl across the silk sheets until I'm lying on his chest. My ear is directly above his heart, and yet I can hear no sound. There is no rise and fall; just muscles moving while he sleeps. He's dreaming of the past again, I can always tell. I know he’s dreaming of whom he lost.
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