Title: Flashback
Summary: Daltonverse. Julian had played dead plenty of times. Jogan.
Wordcount: 204 words
Notes: Uhm. This was originally posted on my Tumblr and I honestly don't know where it came from. I've tweaked little bits here and there for , only wordings and such. Took about ten minutes this morning, so it's not really my best quality, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! This is in CP Coulter's Daltonverse and takes place towards the end of Ep. 26 (aka Hell Night). Slight spoilers!
Warning: Character death
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I also do not own Julian or Logan - they belong to the marvelous CP Coulter and her Daltonverse.
Julian had played dead plenty of times.
In movies, in TV shows - he was an actor, for Christ's sake. Dying was just a part of his job. He was very good at laying on the floor (or table or couch or hospital bed) and slowly drifting away from life only to get drawn back to reality with a loud, obnoxious "CUT!"
Once, he had to film several scenes for a flashback. Supposedly, everyone's lives flash before their eyes when they die. Supposedly, they see their most treasured moments.
He thought that was all bullcrap. Julian didn't think that he would see anything but a black void as he laid on the floor of the Art Building in indescribable pain. But he did.
Logan's strong hands tangled in his hair, tugging him close with one yank that made his scalp pleasantly sore.
Hungry lips against lips, searching for satisfaction.
Soft skin underneath covers, smooth expanses of stomach and back and leg.
Whispers of commitment, of longing and lust, hot and sweet in his ear.
Julian was an actor. He was very good at pretending to die.
He was even better at pretending those memories were true while breath slipped away from him.
Nobody yelled cut.
Notes: Oh god. I just killed Julian Larson. I am so sorry, Jules. *hides* Reviews will either help me come out of hiding or draw me further into it!