Sunday Six

[thrillingdetectivetales]

I've been doing a decent amount of writing recently although still nowhere near as much as I'd like. Anyway, here are some lines from a working Webgott vampire AU that I think came out pretty nice:

David had planned it that way: just him and Liebgott and a private billet somewhere a step or two up from the standard Red Cross shoebox, with no schedule, no responsibilities, and, most importantly, no nosy pals or hawk-eyed superiors around who might interrupt their fun. He’d had enough of schoolyard teasing and fumbling through the dark in hole after shallow, muddy hole. He wanted Liebgott lying underneath him—or beside him, or over top of him. Anywhere, really, provided that he was showered and stripped bare and putting that scathing mouth to good use.

So much for that, David thought grimly. His pride was still smarting from the easy brusqueness of Liebgott’s refusal, stomach churning at the pitying curl of his smirk when he’d clapped a pointedly amiable palm to David’s shoulder and leaned in to mutter, “Leave that stuff on the frontlines where it belongs, alright, kid?”

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[muccamukk]

OH OUCH.

How the rest of this story is going to go:
Buffy: I told one lie, I had one drink.
Giles: Yes, and you were very nearly devoured by a giant demon snake. The words 'let that be a lesson' are a tad redundant at this juncture.

[scandalinbohemia]

So good! And heartbreaking :(