Artist's Note: I apologize to my watchers who didn't see this coming...I started this at 1:19 in the morning after not eating. I was a wee bit cracked when I wrote this. I was at my friend's house and some how this came into my head. One of my friend's will read this for sure, but I don't think my other friend will...Oh well, I'll have to force her.
NOTE: I don't hate Fugue. I just think he'sa douche bag. I also don't care if you love him. This is just crack. So don't take it too seriously. Oh and nothing was meant to be well written, just written. And nothing was meant to make sense.
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Fugue carefully slips his clothes off, dropping them into a pile at his feet. He reaches up and quickly tugs the monocle from his eye. With a flick, the glass shattered against the wall. The man sauntered over to the bed set in the middle of the room and draped himself on top of the red silk sheets.
He brushes his fingers tenderly over curves of wire, "I missed you my love," Fugue plucks the lacey lampshade from it's perch, holding it to his chest and caressing the stretched fabric, "Making it through a single day without your sweet sweet embrace is absolute agony! Kiss me, you wonderful hunk of lace!" The man pulls the object into a passionate kiss, moans of ecstasy escaping him.
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Slumping back into the pillows, gasping and spent, Fugue turns his head and looks to his inanimate lover. His eyes fill with confusion as he watches his partner pulling on their lace and climbing out of bed.
"You're leaving?" The lampshade slowly turns away, the silence between them heart wrenching, "Don't go. Please," Fugue reaches out, but his hands closes on the empty air as his lover walks out the door.
The rejected man clutches a pillow, sobbing into it. Quiet footsteps slowly fade away.
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The end
Don't fret. I have more. Oh and, go to my front page for the link to a pic of Fugue.