May. 6th, 2003 01:21 pm
Ros. & Guil. / X2 / random passage
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lovely_ambitionRandom quotes that have been filtering through my brain. Also, my lyric of the moment: "The first thing that you want, would be the last thing you ever need." (Wilco) It could possibly be applied to the Seven Sins fic...maybe.
Random Rosencrantz and Guildenstern quotage for the fic I'm planning for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hjartad. Don't have the quotes assigned yet though; worrisome.
"I hope you understand it'll be a cold day in hell when I wear those tights."
"Well, then, Satan must be shivering, because that wetsuit of yours looks quite a bit like those tights to me."
Random passage: no idea what fic it will be used in yet, although there's a variety of choices. Possibly something darker, more revolving around blood. Quite possibly, actually, this might wind up in my planned Gunn/Wes fic.
...blood burning with lust, fire and sparking as it thrummed and soared in his veins.
And finally, the fic that won't shut up. Change it to Checks and Balances. Have two separate pieces at the moment.
#1: They work on a system of fire and ice; when John gets a little cocky, goes a little crazy with the exhibitionism, Bobby and Marie have kept him in.
#2: A little giggle and Marie covers her mouth to hold back a louder laugh as they secretly duck around the corner in the halls of the museum. Bobby pins John to the wall and siphons out some of the heated rage that was present only seconds ago. Marie is always a step back, just in John's line of sight.
As ice surrounds his wrists and binds him to the wall, a devious smirk begins to light up John's face as wisps of smoke rise from the ice as it begins to melt against the heat of his body.
"Well, Rogue, what should I do?" Bobby asked, a step back from John with his back to Marie. Her face twists into a devious smile, and she walks up to John. Her hand ghosts along his cheek (not quite touching) and John can feel the air that gently breezes past his skin. He gives a little snarl as his eyes go wild at the feeling of being trapped, and then she steps back.
"Let one hand free," she murmurs, and resumes her position behind Bobby.
Random Rosencrantz and Guildenstern quotage for the fic I'm planning for
hjartad. Don't have the quotes assigned yet though; worrisome."I hope you understand it'll be a cold day in hell when I wear those tights."
"Well, then, Satan must be shivering, because that wetsuit of yours looks quite a bit like those tights to me."
Random passage: no idea what fic it will be used in yet, although there's a variety of choices. Possibly something darker, more revolving around blood. Quite possibly, actually, this might wind up in my planned Gunn/Wes fic.
...blood burning with lust, fire and sparking as it thrummed and soared in his veins.
And finally, the fic that won't shut up. Change it to Checks and Balances. Have two separate pieces at the moment.
#1: They work on a system of fire and ice; when John gets a little cocky, goes a little crazy with the exhibitionism, Bobby and Marie have kept him in.
#2: A little giggle and Marie covers her mouth to hold back a louder laugh as they secretly duck around the corner in the halls of the museum. Bobby pins John to the wall and siphons out some of the heated rage that was present only seconds ago. Marie is always a step back, just in John's line of sight.
As ice surrounds his wrists and binds him to the wall, a devious smirk begins to light up John's face as wisps of smoke rise from the ice as it begins to melt against the heat of his body.
"Well, Rogue, what should I do?" Bobby asked, a step back from John with his back to Marie. Her face twists into a devious smile, and she walks up to John. Her hand ghosts along his cheek (not quite touching) and John can feel the air that gently breezes past his skin. He gives a little snarl as his eyes go wild at the feeling of being trapped, and then she steps back.
"Let one hand free," she murmurs, and resumes her position behind Bobby.
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