Claim a Blaise and suggest a pairing if you wish and you will get a short ficlety thing of joy. As a Blaise is claimed he will be crossed off the list.
"Coffee," Blaise said solemnly, "is one of nature's perfect foods." Didn't matter that it was a beverage and not a food per se, what mattered was that Blaise was wielding a teaspoon as if it were an implement of doom and holding a coffee cup filled to the brim with steaming black coffee. "It's hot," he took a sip, "and it's thick and slides down your throat, like..."
"Tar?"
"No, not tar, fucking hell. Tea drinkers, you think if it's not tea then it sucks." Blaise waved the teaspoon again, and Tom, the happless audience to this lecture, blinked. "This is not tea, Tom, this is coffee, and it is...perfect
( ... )
The music was throbbing and pulsing, winding over and through them. It was primevil, loud, rendering the writhing, gyrating bodies slaves to its rythym. In this brave new world of the late 20th century, Tom was finding this form of creating a mindless army through coercion with music to be absolutely fascinating.
That fascination stopped the moment he was hauled onto the dance floor to join in with the mindless, seething mass of sweating, hot, sticky, panting bodies.
"Are you sure about this?" He looked a bit worried, but Blaise, ever cheerful merely kissed his cheek and slapped his rump and grinned. There was no denying Blaise anything, and Tom had been watching the dancers long enough to have picked up the movements. He was, after all, nothing if not a quick study.
"It's fucking awesome," Blaise yelled above the music.
Tom sighed and took his place beside his enthusiastic lover as the music returned to the beginning. You put your right leg in, you put your right leg out. Put your right leg in, and shake it all about, you do the
( ... )
"Darling." Pansy flounced elegantly into the boys dorms and threw herself elegantly on Blaise's bed, "I am simply, utterly, unforgivably bored"Well, we can't have that, Little Black Heart," Blaise replied, absently tossing her his cigarettes. She helped herself to one and Blaise considered, then grinned. "Come on, then
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Time After TimebadlieutenantApril 15 2006, 10:20:56 UTC
"Are you sure about this?" Blaise eyed the American boy suspiciously.
"Yep! Small rocks, string, a tin of tuna and something else...oh yeah!" The boy snapped his fingers. "A Time Turner."
"What the fuck," Blaise demanded, "am I going to do with a bloody tin of tuna, small rocks and string?"
"I don't know," admitted the boy, "but it'll be interesting finding out what happens, eh, Bigby?"
"You're very strange," Blaise said calmly, looping the chain of the Time Turner around their necks, "but I'll humour you."
"Thanks!"
"Welcome."
The world spun.
When it righted itself and Blaise had shaken himself and managed to regain command of his ability to walk, he discovered that they were in a dorm room. In point of fact, his dorm room. "What the fuck
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"Tar?"
"No, not tar, fucking hell. Tea drinkers, you think if it's not tea then it sucks." Blaise waved the teaspoon again, and Tom, the happless audience to this lecture, blinked. "This is not tea, Tom, this is coffee, and it is...perfect ( ... )
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That fascination stopped the moment he was hauled onto the dance floor to join in with the mindless, seething mass of sweating, hot, sticky, panting bodies.
"Are you sure about this?" He looked a bit worried, but Blaise, ever cheerful merely kissed his cheek and slapped his rump and grinned. There was no denying Blaise anything, and Tom had been watching the dancers long enough to have picked up the movements. He was, after all, nothing if not a quick study.
"It's fucking awesome," Blaise yelled above the music.
Tom sighed and took his place beside his enthusiastic lover as the music returned to the beginning. You put your right leg in, you put your right leg out. Put your right leg in, and shake it all about, you do the ( ... )
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I'd love to see that!
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"Yep! Small rocks, string, a tin of tuna and something else...oh yeah!" The boy snapped his fingers. "A Time Turner."
"What the fuck," Blaise demanded, "am I going to do with a bloody tin of tuna, small rocks and string?"
"I don't know," admitted the boy, "but it'll be interesting finding out what happens, eh, Bigby?"
"You're very strange," Blaise said calmly, looping the chain of the Time Turner around their necks, "but I'll humour you."
"Thanks!"
"Welcome."
The world spun.
When it righted itself and Blaise had shaken himself and managed to regain command of his ability to walk, he discovered that they were in a dorm room. In point of fact, his dorm room. "What the fuck ( ... )
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