Drabble: Stormy - Liam/Pryce-ish...
May. 20th, 2005 01:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lonelybrit*sulks* See, I had lovely plans to do a nice angsty Angel/Vamp!Wes drabble for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble's prompt: Stormy. But oh no. I wound up chatting with dear ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eloise_bright and all the angsty bunnies wound up sitting on her side of the fence. Instead I was left with the increasingly common fluff. *sigh*
Stormy
In true apocalyptic style, it came on a dark stormy night. The wind lashed the trees, iced needles of rain slivered into the skin. A typical ‘Spring shower’, apparently.
“I hate this country,” I gritted out, doggedly continuing towards the glowing windows that marked home.
“Oh will you stop flouncing.”
I shot Will a poisoned look. “I. Don’t. Flounce.”
A ball of lightening illuminated Will’s total lack of caring. The following thunder made the bones rattle.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I continued bitterly. “I was quite happy, just me and a bundle of free time-” I broke off to curse to Hades the puddle that had contrived to move unseen into my path.
“Yeah, poor you,” Will muttered soggily, “waited on hand and foot by a pretty blue-eyed valet who everyone but you can see is utterly devoted.”
“He has me worrying about what hat to wear when going to the post office. I caught myself considering a brown tweed the other day just because he suggested it wouldn’t look bad. Tweed!”
Will snorted and another roll of thunder half-hid something that sounded like ‘whipped’.
As my left foot found another craftily flooded pothole, the penny finally dropped.
It would be nice to say that the profound realisation lessened the pain of jarring my ankle, that it warmed away the chill of being soaked to the skin.
But it didn’t. It just left me sore, cold, damp, and miserable.
“Oh hell, Will, I think I’m falling in love with him.”
“Oh Christ, I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you.”
He patted me with a wet pat, and we proceeded on our way.
“Do you want me to come in with you, moral support and all that.”
I watched the light of the cottage drip into view.
“No. I think I’ll manage.”
slashthedrabble's prompt: Stormy. But oh no. I wound up chatting with dear eloise_bright and all the angsty bunnies wound up sitting on her side of the fence. Instead I was left with the increasingly common fluff. *sigh*Stormy
In true apocalyptic style, it came on a dark stormy night. The wind lashed the trees, iced needles of rain slivered into the skin. A typical ‘Spring shower’, apparently.
“I hate this country,” I gritted out, doggedly continuing towards the glowing windows that marked home.
“Oh will you stop flouncing.”
I shot Will a poisoned look. “I. Don’t. Flounce.”
A ball of lightening illuminated Will’s total lack of caring. The following thunder made the bones rattle.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I continued bitterly. “I was quite happy, just me and a bundle of free time-” I broke off to curse to Hades the puddle that had contrived to move unseen into my path.
“Yeah, poor you,” Will muttered soggily, “waited on hand and foot by a pretty blue-eyed valet who everyone but you can see is utterly devoted.”
“He has me worrying about what hat to wear when going to the post office. I caught myself considering a brown tweed the other day just because he suggested it wouldn’t look bad. Tweed!”
Will snorted and another roll of thunder half-hid something that sounded like ‘whipped’.
As my left foot found another craftily flooded pothole, the penny finally dropped.
It would be nice to say that the profound realisation lessened the pain of jarring my ankle, that it warmed away the chill of being soaked to the skin.
But it didn’t. It just left me sore, cold, damp, and miserable.
“Oh hell, Will, I think I’m falling in love with him.”
“Oh Christ, I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you.”
He patted me with a wet pat, and we proceeded on our way.
“Do you want me to come in with you, moral support and all that.”
I watched the light of the cottage drip into view.
“No. I think I’ll manage.”
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Date: 2005-05-19 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-21 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-19 05:46 pm (UTC)"..so sorry."
Priceless!!! This is perfect!! I love this verse, keep writing more!!!
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Date: 2005-05-21 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-19 05:54 pm (UTC)This, however, was utterly lovely. *hugs tweedily-clad dork Liam to less than ample bosom*
*hugs Pryce also, but for much longer*
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Date: 2005-05-21 05:14 pm (UTC)I will try and get this sequel poked into some kind of life. *pokes it* And thank you, so happy you enjoyed this rather short offering. And yes, greater love hath no love than this; that a man consider donning the tweed for a whim of his lover, *snerk* ;)
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Date: 2005-05-19 06:51 pm (UTC)And Will is simply a brick, offering moral support like that. *g*
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Date: 2005-05-21 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-19 09:39 pm (UTC)AngelLiam is so...rugged. And so very quick on the uptake!no subject
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Date: 2005-05-19 09:40 pm (UTC)The dialogue between Liam and Wil was brilliant, but where's the rest of it?
*holds computer up and shakes it to see if the next chapter falls out*
:-)
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Date: 2005-05-21 05:17 pm (UTC)*hugs* Thank you, glad you liked it :) There is more, I've just got to actually get my brain into gear and write it. Don't you hate it when that happens? LOL!
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Date: 2005-05-21 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-20 12:34 am (UTC)“Oh hell, Will, I think I’m falling in love with him.”
“Oh Christ, I’m so sorry.”
And I'm with VF - where the bloody hell is the rest of it, eh???
*locks you in a cupboard under the stairs until you write more*
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Date: 2005-05-21 05:19 pm (UTC)I'll do it as soon as the bunnies come back? /whine
LOL! There is more, there is in fact a whole ruddy sequel with complicated stuff going on that makes my poor brain wince. Still, as soon as I've tamed these various bunnies, I'll get writing again =)
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Date: 2005-05-21 05:33 pm (UTC)*weaseldances*
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Date: 2005-05-20 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-21 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-21 09:58 pm (UTC)cheekysneaky little bastards...But yay! Fishverse! The fluff is addictive!
As my left foot found another craftily flooded pothole, the penny finally dropped.
It would be nice to say that the profound realisation lessened the pain of jarring my ankle, that it warmed away the chill of being soaked to the skin.
I feel the need for some very intimate foot holding on Pryce's part. ;) A little reward for Liam's trouble...if it can be called that. :)
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Date: 2005-05-22 03:36 am (UTC)LOL, yep, the fluff is highly addictive, I think it's my new crack =)
I feel the need for some very intimate foot holding on Pryce's part. ;) A little reward for Liam's trouble...if it can be called that. :)
Hmmm... **watches bunny twitch its ears**