erm. WK does not belong to me. . in any way, shape, or form. dammit all, and i had plans for them, too. -.-
(anstice) ^__^ good thing you DON'T own them, or Crawford would never rest!
(ex) o.o well. yes. but... er...
(anstice) *cheerfully* oh, shut up and get working on my Doujinshi. ^.~
(dorian) *GLARE* yes, exztazi. when are you going to finish it?
(ex) *coff* O_O ON TO THE FIC! *runs away*
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Crawford.
Bradley.
Brad.
Bradley Crawford.
Brad Crawford.
...Crawford.
Strange that he doesn't use his first name. I sometimes wonder why, even though he's my enemy and I'm not supposed to care. Maybe he doesn't like it. Maybe he thinks it's a sissy name..?
--Hell no. I'm willing to bet he never thinks of anything so trivial.
..Maybe.. maybe it's part of a past he doesn't like to remember..? Like Aya! --He uses his sister's name.. and even though it's because of revenge, rather than wanting to forget his past, it's still the same principle, isn't it?
Well? Isn't it?
Maybe that coldness, that icy exterior, is just a facade--hiding a frightened little boy.
Ha ha, Youji. You wish.
But... I'm telling you that he's drop-dead gorgeous. I have NEVER seen anyone with eyes that colour or that shape! If they weren't so frozen, they'd be like warm honey.
Gods, I can just see it..
--I'm coming in from a cold trip outside.. and I walk in the bedroom.. and he's lying in the bed. He hears me taking off my wet clothes and turns.. and those eyes are on me, inviting me back to his arms. I slip into bed and curl around his welcoming, pliant body.. and I take him. Right then. Slow and gentle and.. and Gods, who am I kidding? He probably doesn't even like men, which is a damn shame.
Dammit, now I'm horny. Good going, Youji. Get yourself all hot and bothered over a man who'll never grace your bed with his presence.
Oh.
Oh. Fucking. Hell.
He is NOT here. No way. Uh-uh. This isn't some sappy chick-flick.. the pretty lady (pretty man, in this case) isn't supposed to walk through that door..
What the HELL is he doing in the flower shop?!
At the counter, Aya's tensing, preparing himself to deal with the imminent threat. ..But I don't want any trouble. I think I'll just grab Crawford by the elbow and... yes. We're outside.
"What are you doing here, Schwarz?" I hiss. Gods, it's hard to hiss when those eyes are lowered, pretty face looking solemn and amused at the same time.
Then he lifts his eyes and... They're open. Completely and utterly free of ice.
"Kudou," he whispers, and one long hand lifts to touch my cheek, "I've seen you watching me.. and now that Estet is gone.."
Before he can change his mind, leave, tell me it's all a joke, I drag him close and claim his mouth, pushing my tongue between full lips. He's so warm and accepting.. allowing me complete control of the kiss.
Gods.. Maybe I'll get what I want after all.
Oh yeah, before I forget..
--They really are the colour of warm honey.
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^_^ feedback is muchly appreciated, whether it should be praise, constructive criticism, or flames. praise shall be treasured forever and stitched onto a pillow which i sleep on, constructive criticism will be treated with utmost respect and likely heeded, and flames shall be used to warm my toes and power my Bishie Home.
Thank you and good day from Ex-chan, Anstice, and Dorian St. Aubin~!
*all wave*
(anstice) ^__^ good thing you DON'T own them, or Crawford would never rest!
(ex) o.o well. yes. but... er...
(anstice) *cheerfully* oh, shut up and get working on my Doujinshi. ^.~
(dorian) *GLARE* yes, exztazi. when are you going to finish it?
(ex) *coff* O_O ON TO THE FIC! *runs away*
---
Crawford.
Bradley.
Brad.
Bradley Crawford.
Brad Crawford.
...Crawford.
Strange that he doesn't use his first name. I sometimes wonder why, even though he's my enemy and I'm not supposed to care. Maybe he doesn't like it. Maybe he thinks it's a sissy name..?
--Hell no. I'm willing to bet he never thinks of anything so trivial.
..Maybe.. maybe it's part of a past he doesn't like to remember..? Like Aya! --He uses his sister's name.. and even though it's because of revenge, rather than wanting to forget his past, it's still the same principle, isn't it?
Well? Isn't it?
Maybe that coldness, that icy exterior, is just a facade--hiding a frightened little boy.
Ha ha, Youji. You wish.
But... I'm telling you that he's drop-dead gorgeous. I have NEVER seen anyone with eyes that colour or that shape! If they weren't so frozen, they'd be like warm honey.
Gods, I can just see it..
--I'm coming in from a cold trip outside.. and I walk in the bedroom.. and he's lying in the bed. He hears me taking off my wet clothes and turns.. and those eyes are on me, inviting me back to his arms. I slip into bed and curl around his welcoming, pliant body.. and I take him. Right then. Slow and gentle and.. and Gods, who am I kidding? He probably doesn't even like men, which is a damn shame.
Dammit, now I'm horny. Good going, Youji. Get yourself all hot and bothered over a man who'll never grace your bed with his presence.
Oh.
Oh. Fucking. Hell.
He is NOT here. No way. Uh-uh. This isn't some sappy chick-flick.. the pretty lady (pretty man, in this case) isn't supposed to walk through that door..
What the HELL is he doing in the flower shop?!
At the counter, Aya's tensing, preparing himself to deal with the imminent threat. ..But I don't want any trouble. I think I'll just grab Crawford by the elbow and... yes. We're outside.
"What are you doing here, Schwarz?" I hiss. Gods, it's hard to hiss when those eyes are lowered, pretty face looking solemn and amused at the same time.
Then he lifts his eyes and... They're open. Completely and utterly free of ice.
"Kudou," he whispers, and one long hand lifts to touch my cheek, "I've seen you watching me.. and now that Estet is gone.."
Before he can change his mind, leave, tell me it's all a joke, I drag him close and claim his mouth, pushing my tongue between full lips. He's so warm and accepting.. allowing me complete control of the kiss.
Gods.. Maybe I'll get what I want after all.
Oh yeah, before I forget..
--They really are the colour of warm honey.
---
^_^ feedback is muchly appreciated, whether it should be praise, constructive criticism, or flames. praise shall be treasured forever and stitched onto a pillow which i sleep on, constructive criticism will be treated with utmost respect and likely heeded, and flames shall be used to warm my toes and power my Bishie Home.
Thank you and good day from Ex-chan, Anstice, and Dorian St. Aubin~!
*all wave*