Title: To Us
Pairing: Nyarlathotep/Vector Prime
Rating: T for implied future smut
Warnings: crossover crack, purple prose
Notes: drabble requested by a friend on LJ
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It was always this bar. Always this city, this planet, this universe.
A crackling haze of neon sparked blindingly over the velvet darkness of the pit, glimmering on the oily surface of cocktails frosted with methane. It flickered over pale armour, subdued gold-on-white turned gaudy with a vulgar dance of yellows and pinks and greens.
Nyarlathotep lifted his drink, and arranged a liquid metal analogue of his pharaoh face into a smile which had charmed gods. "To us?"
A nod, simple and curt. He could expect nothing more. Not from this Prime. At least for a while, anyway. Another few cocktails, another few revolutions of this strange little world, and this guardian of space and time would again be his.