cozzybob (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cozzybob) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} cozzybabbles,@ 2008-08-27 20:18:00 |
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Notice: Doh!
Sorry about all the spam! Got real behind on this comm because of personal problems (which you'll know, if you've heard me whining at my journal). Anyway, I'm finally getting back into the swing of things, so maybe the writey will get off it's lazy butt and accomplish something. I've got a lot of projects I'm working on, 5 of which is BTVS fic, 2 of which is GW fic, and 1 of which is original. So, yeah, busy. xD
From Lizards And Snakes:
2. What is one thing that you have always wanted to do but have never done?
Sex. Ever the lonely nerd, Warren's mind turned yearningly to Katrina and April, and beloved sex. He sighed. He'd had his own damn robot love slave, and he was still a virgin. That was fucking pathetic. Christ, his life seriously needed an overhaul... Great. Now I'm depressed.
Warren leaned back in his chair and thought seriously, with all his genius-intellect. Spike was a cruel bastard. Warren didn't want to parachute or meet Harrison Ford or go to Disney World or go fishing with his absent father, no, the only thing Warren wanted was to be respected. To be looked upon and feared, the way he'd feared big, bad, insecure asses like Spike nearly his entire life. He wanted to invent something that would make him invincible, a real Superman without all that kryptonite nonsense. He wanted to be a god.
From Stoop From Heaven (Yes, I'm still writing that one!)
Trowa shrugged, apparently believing what he said wholeheartedly, not caring if it was probably the longest running one-sided conversation he'd had in his entire life. Trowa said what he knew those around him needed to hear, and he was tired of walking on eggshells around Duo when what he really needed, in Trowa's opinion, was a good, hard kick in the ass. “You're so focused on finding the truth, you can't even tell when you're lying to yourself! You're making this worse for you than it needs to be. It's bad enough without you adding to it with your ego and your misled assumptions. Max isn't even the start of your problems.”
“What the hell's that supposed to mean?”
“It means that we had a very good reason for what we did, and if you use that cute little fleshy mass inside that thick skull of yours, you'd know it. I know how you feel about lying--”
“You don't have the first fucking clue!”
Trowa raised a placating hand and led them off to the side of the sidewalk where their private conversation wasn't so public. In a lower voice, he said, “It wasn't like that, Duo. They agreed to let you go, but you clearly weren't right in the head. Look at you. How could I stand for this? How could I let you just--I couldn't just--” Duo heard the words loud and clear. I couldn't just leave you alone out there.
There! *waddles off and attempts to be productive*
Sorry about all the spam! Got real behind on this comm because of personal problems (which you'll know, if you've heard me whining at my journal). Anyway, I'm finally getting back into the swing of things, so maybe the writey will get off it's lazy butt and accomplish something. I've got a lot of projects I'm working on, 5 of which is BTVS fic, 2 of which is GW fic, and 1 of which is original. So, yeah, busy. xD
From Lizards And Snakes:
2. What is one thing that you have always wanted to do but have never done?
Sex. Ever the lonely nerd, Warren's mind turned yearningly to Katrina and April, and beloved sex. He sighed. He'd had his own damn robot love slave, and he was still a virgin. That was fucking pathetic. Christ, his life seriously needed an overhaul... Great. Now I'm depressed.
Warren leaned back in his chair and thought seriously, with all his genius-intellect. Spike was a cruel bastard. Warren didn't want to parachute or meet Harrison Ford or go to Disney World or go fishing with his absent father, no, the only thing Warren wanted was to be respected. To be looked upon and feared, the way he'd feared big, bad, insecure asses like Spike nearly his entire life. He wanted to invent something that would make him invincible, a real Superman without all that kryptonite nonsense. He wanted to be a god.
From Stoop From Heaven (Yes, I'm still writing that one!)
Trowa shrugged, apparently believing what he said wholeheartedly, not caring if it was probably the longest running one-sided conversation he'd had in his entire life. Trowa said what he knew those around him needed to hear, and he was tired of walking on eggshells around Duo when what he really needed, in Trowa's opinion, was a good, hard kick in the ass. “You're so focused on finding the truth, you can't even tell when you're lying to yourself! You're making this worse for you than it needs to be. It's bad enough without you adding to it with your ego and your misled assumptions. Max isn't even the start of your problems.”
“What the hell's that supposed to mean?”
“It means that we had a very good reason for what we did, and if you use that cute little fleshy mass inside that thick skull of yours, you'd know it. I know how you feel about lying--”
“You don't have the first fucking clue!”
Trowa raised a placating hand and led them off to the side of the sidewalk where their private conversation wasn't so public. In a lower voice, he said, “It wasn't like that, Duo. They agreed to let you go, but you clearly weren't right in the head. Look at you. How could I stand for this? How could I let you just--I couldn't just--” Duo heard the words loud and clear. I couldn't just leave you alone out there.
There! *waddles off and attempts to be productive*
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