Feeling insanely ill at the moment.  Wish it would pass.

"Bleg," he said.  Now, just to clean up.

Tags: anyone, one-shot
Current Mood: Berg.

Whoops.

            Why waste my energy berating the judgmental and weak-minded?  Why bother criticizing and lamenting their choices to say cruel and thoughtless things?  Their actions and their short-sightedness would only serve to bring them pain and humiliation in the long run; why not take the karmic view of things?

            Ah, yes, I thought, opening the fridge to find that someone had hastily inserted an ‘R’ between the ‘E’ and the ‘D’ of my name on my lunch bag, because they infuriate me.

Tags: super villain
Current Mood: Confused.

Horse dick!  No way.  You are the blade...blade runner.

"This ship runs on smiles, bitch!  So turn that frown upside-down!"

You heard me.

Tags: one-shot
Current Mood: What's up with that?

And you tell me to breathe easy for a while...

The spear surged through the water towards Loto's heart.  He panicked, but he was caught.  He struggled.  He flinched at the imminence of the shimmering head.
And then there was a grunt, and the world tasted of fresh blood.  He opened his eyes, but was blinded by the deep red in the water.  There was a hideous ripping sound and an ungodly shriek.  He felt strong, friendly arms wrap around him, and tug him free of the netting.  They were shooting up and fast, through the water.  It was only as the other pulled him ashore he was finally able to see that it was Ticol.  Ticol pulled him up the beach, collapsing over him.
"Ticol," Loto choked.
Ticol sat up, pulling Loto into his arms.  "Are you hurt?"
"What are you doing?"
Ticol looked steadily down at Loto.  Loto squirmed a bit under his gaze.  "Are you hurt?"
"N-no.."
"What are you doing out here, Loto?"
Loto tried to turn away, but Ticol's strong arms cradled him completely.  "I...I wanted to help."
"Damn it, Loto...I told you to stay."
"Why did you save me?  I thought you hated me."
Ticol gave a sardonic smile.  "Hated you?  I wish I could hate you.  No, no, Loto.  I adore you.  Everything about you."  He stroked the other's face gently.  "I told you not to follow because I didn't want you to be hurt, Loto.  I knew this was a dangerous mission, suicidal even, maybe."
"If you knew it was so dangerous-" Loto started, but Ticol continued.
"I needed to do this...I needed to prove something to mysel-"
"You're so stupid, Ticol!" cried Loto, trying to squirm free.
Ticol pulled Loto close, speaking softly.  "When they found me, Loto.  When they found me I was with the children.  The children...the children and the men here.  They all felt that I was the savior.  The bravest.  The best.  With the children as a last line of defense.  But it's a lie.  It's all a lie.  I'm not strong, I'm a coward."  He coughed, a trickle of blood slowly worked its way down his jawline.  Loto was frozen, watching Ticol's face in with rapt attention.  "When the monsters came, I hid.  I hid with the children.  I let my people die because I was too afraid.  But then I came to your village, and I got to start over.  No one knew that I was a screw-up, a coward.  They all believed that I was capable of greatness...Especially...Especially you."  He shuddered, coughing a little.  "It meant so much...I had to...I had to prove that you were right."
Loto stroked Ticol's face.  "Ticol..."
"I'm sorry, Loto.  I didn't want to lie to you."  He held Loto close, but his grip was weakening.  He bent over and hacked and coughed.  He sat up and his face was covered in blood.
"Ticol," said Loto, panic in his voice.  "Ticol, you're hurt."
Ticol let out full, shuddering sighs, looking lovingly into Loto's eyes.  "It feels like I've inhaled seawater..."
Loto reached around Ticol fearfully.  His hands brushed a foreign object, and Ticol gasped in pain.  Loto tentatively touched the object sticking out of Ticol's back.  "It's..."  His breath came in spasms, tears flooding his eyes.  "Ticol, you...It's..."
"The spear?" asked Ticol.  He took slow breaths.  "I thought it might've hit me."
Loto squeezed him tightly.  "Ticol.  We need to get you to the medic.  Perhaps he can save you."
Ticol nodded, his head slumping to the side.  "You need the medic, Loto," he said.  "But the fight's not over.  Just hold out a while longer."
Loto straightened up in Ticol's arms.  "Ticol, no, you need the medic."
Ticol went to argue but instead hacked and coughed, ribbons of black blood seeping through his clenched teeth.
"Ticol," begged Loto.  "Ticol..."
"I'm dying, Loto."
Loto shook his head emphatically.  "No, no, Ticol.  You can't.  Not now.  You'll be okay.  Here, just let me hold you a while."
Ticol shook his head.  "I'm holding you, Loto.  I'm going to protect you."
"It's not worth it if it costs your life!  Please, Ticol!"
Ticol shook his head, smiling ruefully.  The blood was thick.  "It's alright, Loto.  You...you give me...a reason...to...live...so...it's okay...if I die..."  He gasped and shook, coughing.
Loto seized Ticol tightly.  "No, no, no, Ticol," he begged through his tears.  "No, don't!"
Ticol kissed Loto's forehead.  "I...I love you, Loto."
Loto shook his head.  "No, Ticol, stop talking like that."  He was near hysterical, crying and shaking the slowly fading Ticol.  "You can fight it...Please, fight it."  Tears ran like rivers down his face.
Ticol was smiling.  He blundered against Loto, kissing his face.  Loto desperately kissed him back.  The taste of love overcame the taste of death.  Ticol pulled his face back and pulled Loto tight against his chest.  "Loto...thank you."
"No," begged Loto, feeling Ticol's body go slack.  "No...no...no!  Please, Ticol."  Ticol slumped over him, and Loto shook him desperately.  "Please, Ticol.  Please answer me.  Ticol?  Ticol!?"  He sobbed, burying his face against Ticol's chest, begging for a heartbeat when he knew there was none, wanting a breath when no more were to be had.
The search teams found him many hours later, unconscious and clinging to Ticol, his arms still wrapped protectively around him.

Tags: tide's swell
Current Mood: Waitng for beau.

Okay.

He found it got easier as time went on.  When they returned, they reverted to their old friendship rituals.  It wasn't easy to ignore his twittering wife, her breasts and belly swollen a little more each day, but Kaz managed somehow.
Slowly, the hurt faded.  It had been true love, but even true love could not survive what Mikhail had done.  Mikhail's smiles were easy but subtly hostile.  Kaz felt a certain queer twist in his heart, but it grew fainter as time passed.
And then one day he wasn't in love anymore, just empty and sad and wondering what happened next.

Tags: kaz, mikhail
Current Mood: I'm not sure...

Going home in about a half an hour.  I'm tired already.  Here's another mini-scene from the Bradford Files.  I'm trying to come up with the over-arching plots for the eight episode series.  If you have ideas, let me know.

1.    Jenny: No, Blake, you don’t understand.  They took him for a ride.

 

2.    Blake: Where were they going?  The movies?

 

3.    Jenny: No, they bumped him off.

 

4.    Blake: Off what?  Was it a drive in or something?

 

5.    Jenny: They shivved the poor guy.

 

6.    Blake: He’s bald!?

 

7.    Jenny: *sigh* Blake?

 

8.    Blake: Yes, Plucky?

 

9.    Jenny: They took a knife and stabbed him until he was dead.

 

10.Blake: Oooohhh.  Why didn’t you say so before?

 

11.Jenny: I did say so before!

 

12.Blake: Ha ha!  Plucky, you know I’m not current with all your bubblegum lingo!

 

13.Jenny: Chewing gum.

 

14.Blake: Whatever! Ha ha!

Tags: bradford files
Current Mood: Huh, I can spell euphemism.

This scene occurred to me as I was falling asleep last night.  It's my first attempt at radio play, which Bard and I shall be working at this summer for his senior project.

1. Jenny:   I feel like I’m missing something here.  A piece of the puzzle is missing, something that should be right in front of my face.

 

2. SOUND EFFECT:  BLAKE YAWNS LOUDLY.  A COAT AGAINST BRICK, BRICK SLIDING PAST BRICK.

 

3. Blake:   Ah-ah-ah! (as if falling backwards)

 

4. SOUND EFFECT: THUMP.

 

5. Jenny:  Oh, my goodness, Blake!  Are you o…k…

 

6. Blake:   Ah!  Ooo, oh, ouch, ouch, ouch.

 

At the same time:

 

7. Jenny:   My goodness!  In a secret chamber behind the fireplace!  I wouldn’t have thought to look back here, it’s lucky Blake stumbled upon this.  What a find!  This will definitely solve the mystery.

 

8. Blake:  Oh, ow!  My arm is all scraped up, I think it’s bleeding!  I might be dying… Ouch, I think it’s broken!  (pleading but becoming more incessant) Jenny… Jenny… Jenny.  Jenny!  Jeeeeennnnnyy…

 

9. Jenny:   What, Blake, what!?

 

10. Blake:  Kiss my elbow.

 

(BEAT)

 

11. Jenny: What?

 

12. Blake: I have a boo-boo, kiss it, make it feel better.

 

13. Jenny: I’m not kissing your boo-b-your scrape.  It’s just a little scrape, you’ll be fine.

14. Blake: But Jennnnnyyy…

 

15. Jenny: No, Blake, no!  I’m not kissing your elbow!

 

16. Blake:  Plucky would kiss my elbow…

 

17. Jenny: This is madness.

18. Blake: Well, she would.

 

19. Jenny: Blake, I am Plucky.

 

20. Blake: So kiss my elbow.

 

(beat)

 

21. Jenny: Fine.  Fiiine.  If it will make you feel better, I’ll kiss your darn elbow.

 

22. Blake: Finally!

 

23. SOUND EFFECT: KISS

 

24. Jenny: Better?

 

25. Blake: Much.

 

26. Jenny: Can we continue?

 

27. Blake: Of course.

Tags: bradford files
Current Mood: This wasn't sooo hard...

My life is full of uncompleted lists.  I'm tired of looking at them.  I'm tired of needing them.  I think I'm just tired.

Being psychic is a real pain in the ass some days.

Tags: odeda
Current Mood: A new theme, maybe?

Waiting for Bard to get back for birthday kisses and his little shot of brandy.

He was asleep when Adesh finally made it back.  Adesh sighed at the boy, spread vulnerably across the bed, sleeping peacefully.  "You're hopeless," he chided, but there was no malice to it.  He tousled his hair, but the boy didn't stir.  "Rough night, I bet.  It's alright, though.  You can stay."  He pulled off his shirt and pants and pulled on the silky trousers that he slept in among company.  He climbed into bed.  "You're such a hassle," he murmured, moving the sleeping prince carefully, as not to wake him.
Kaz whimpered in his sleep and hugged Adesh's chest.  Gently, Adesh separated himself and drew a blanket over Kaz in a way that bordered on matronly.  "Sleep now, my beautiful boy.  We shall talk in the morning."  Adesh rolled over and put his back to the prince, and soon was asleep.

Tags: adesh, kaz
Current Mood: Excited.

Working hard...I'm very tired and my legs are mysteriously tight.

Kaz sat alone and considered his fate.  The love of his life, willingly married away to a twit.  He felt defeated for the first time since he had identified the feelings that he for the older prince as love.  He slowly sipped his drink, feeling a desire to drown in the fuzzy, faraway feeling that it gave him.  But where would that put him?  Amid a see of the public of his neighboring kingdom, looking like a fool for no reason.  People might even have enough clues to implicate him in his feelings.
He watched the party progress.  Many of the older folks had the good sense to skip off to bed, but the younger ones, still much older than he, were just getting started.  The bride and groom had disappeared, and Kaz knew all too well what they would be doing until their ship departed in the morning.
He shook his head and took another slow sip.  He watched the dancing, the drinking, the over-indulgence all around and he suddenly felt out of place.  Despite his flamboyant public persona, he felt more comfortable with one or two in a cozy setting, reading, perhaps chess, quietly.
He wondered where Adesh had gotten to.
That thought made him blush, though he wasn't thinking of anything that qualified as "racy."  He figured that it might be the alcohol, and had the good sense to retire after a flourish of goodbyes. He crept upstairs, apprehensive, though he knew not of what.  He paused with his hand on the knob at his own door, looking down the hall past it.  Only real royalty had been given this suite.  The bridal suite was adjacent to his own and he hesitated to go in and discover if the walls were soundproof.  His eyes, though, rested on the ornate workings of the door to Adesh's room.
He felt drawn to it, and discovered it to be unlocked.  No one was there, and the only objects he had were a few pieces of clothing folded neatly on the vanity.  "Forgive me," he said in advance, though no one was there to forgive.  He unclipped his cape and draped it over a chair, kicked off his boots under the bed and climbed into the luxurious nest of pillows.  He lay his face against them and breathed in the scent of Adesh for a few long moments.  "This is a terrible idea," he told himself aloud, but he was drunk and tired and so he didn't listen.  He closed his eyes and listened for his unsuspecting host.

Tags: kaz
Current Mood: LEGS!