| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 24th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
Title: Gravity
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Condom: Brian Kinney
Justin exited Woody’s and looked up at the empty night sky. He shivered, though the whiskey he drank earlier should’ve kept him warm.
He arrived at Ethan’s building; a place he’d thought would eventually become home, and headed up to the rooftop. They made love there once, sharing red wine from glasses Ethan found at a yard sale.
Justin looked up, facing skyward as the first snowflakes appeared. They swirled like loose feathers, spiraling downward, slowly succumbing to gravity, yet dissolving before touching his skin.
The thought clicked into place, they were like Ethan.
He saw but didn’t feel them. |
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| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 24th, 2009|09:15 pm] |
Title: Never Letting Go
Condom: Brian
We've been at it for hours. My ass is sore, my body utterly spent. His arm is thrown across my back, and it occurs to me to roll over, but I seriously doubt I have the energy. “I should go,” I say suddenly. “Daphne's going to be worried—I didn't tell her I was staying.” “She'll figure it out,” he says, which is probably true. She knows where I am; she isn't stupid. Still...I don't want to assume I have the right to stay. His fingers thread through my hair as he whispers, “Don't leave.” And so I don't. |
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| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 24th, 2009|09:20 pm] |
Title: Best Laid Plans
Condom: Brian
In my head, I had it all planned out: help Stockwell win the election, get what I needed, and get the fuck out. Move on to bigger and better things, and leave this all behind. And in the very back of my mind, the part where I considered things I'd never admit to thinking, I'd run over the conversation in my head more than once. The one where I'd ask Justin to come with me, to the art capital of the world. (I figured that was a pretty good selling point.) Of course, plans had a tendency to be rearranged.
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| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 24th, 2009|09:26 pm] |
Title: Not Everything
Condom: Brian
Brian wondered vaguely if anyone had ever died from possession withdrawal. Especially when those possessions included expensive furniture, possibly the loft they'd lived in for fucking years, and their dream car. Yes, fine. He'd played the hero—saved the day in the nick of time, or whatever lame superhero cliché Michael and Justin would be throwing at him for weeks. He wondered if it was worth sacrificing everything he'd worked for. Then he caught the pride in Justin's voice, felt his lips curl into a smile, and decided that as long as he had this...life couldn't be that bad. |
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