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Title: Once, I Did
Author: x_¤*♥eLANEALENa♥*¤_x dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: M
Prompt: Once (#25)
Word Count: 982
Completed: [13/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents]"Love me!" "Once, I did."
Warnings: blood, violence. I'm in one of those moods again.
Notes: Wait until the end. Don't jump to conclusions.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing, it's all Rowling's, that genius.
The brunette pressed his forearm into the blonde's neck, the hand grasping a knife which was shaking nervously. "Love me!" The brunette shrieked, pushing his forearm against the blonde's neck harder, the blonde's hands grasping at his forearms. He could feel his pulse beating on his arm and he glared at the blonde in front of him.
"Once, I did." The blonde said through strangled breath. The brunette gave an angry shout, bringing his hand backward across his face, letting him go. He stumbled over, his palms meeting with the floor, splinters shooting up through his hands. Blood dripped from his neck and seeped to the splintery, wooden floor. The brunette paced, walking back and forth, before grabbing the boy's straight, blonde locks. He yanked him up to stand, blood coursing down his front.
"Kiss me!" He demanded, bringing the blonde's face to his. The blonde closed his eyes and refused to look at him. The brunette shook him scarily, anger in his eyes. Finally, he opened his eyes, the crystal clear orbs balancing emotions.
"Once, I did." He commented and the brunette shoved him, hard. He fell back against the wall, his head and neck confused between laying on the floor and on the wall. His joints ached and his eyes were losing vision. All he could see were two feet on either side of him. He craned his head and neck up so he could look up without hurting himself. Tears were running across the brunette's face, streaked with dirt and blood.
"Kill me." He said quietly, collapsing into the blonde's lap. His hands clutched at the blonde's collar, shaking him slowly. Through half-closed eyes, the blonde glared lightly up at the shaken brunette. The view he received was enough to make him want to throw up. Enough to make him turn around and leave. He pushed the brunette off of him and managed the qualms to stand up on his own two feet.
"Once, I did." He spat viciously, walking away from him, facing away from him. Two people entered from the side, one faster than the other. The blonde and the brunette froze in their place.
"When did you love me?" A male voice asked. He stalked angrily towards the female, who was nearly pressed against the wall. His eyes bore into hers heavily, the dark tones of his skin blending against the darkness in her eyes.
"Once, I did." A fiery, female voice shot back. She pushed him away, turning to walk off.
He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back. Her body was pressed into his, her eyes align with his, her lips almost touching his. "When did you kiss me?"
She brought her hands to his face and caressed it gently, before sidestepping him and crossing her arms. "Once, I did." He moved towards her agily, her steps of quickness matching his. They were almost waltzing around the room, moving towards and away from each other, until he out stepped her and caught her against the door.
"When did you kill me?" He whispered with mystery, his hands on either side of her shoulders. She drew her wand from her pocket, and pointed it at him. Green light filtered through it and it illuminated his dark skin and her red hair. He fell back, clattering against the floor in time with her wand. She turned to open the door, looking back.
"Once, I did." Through her frozen spot at the open door, another couple entered.
"Tell me," he begged, "why won't you love me?!" He grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
Her eyes looked sadly at him and she stepped away slowly. His hand was still holding hers and he trailed after her hopelessly. "I did. Once." He let go of her hand, crestfallen, as she stood there and watched him sadly.
"Tell me, "he pressed on, "why won't you kiss me?!" He moved towards her and scaredly, she stepped away, shaking her head.
"I did. Once." Her voice was heavily desperate, as the words would stop him from kissing her, to give him enough reason to step away from her.
But he didn't. He kept walked towards her, until she fell to her knees, looking up at him. He knelt there, taking her hand and placing it over his heart. "Tell me," he asked in desperation, "why won't you kill me?!"
"I did. Once." She said, her hand clenching his chest and she froze there also.
A single handclap went out from the way back of the room they were in. They all stood, grinning amongst themselves. "Now if we do well enough, we'll get a standing ovation at tonight's show." The brunette voiced, sliding his glasses back on and magicking the contacts from his eyes.
"Try not to fall on me so uncomfortably. I still hate you," The blonde replied, wrinkling his nose. "You're heavy." The brunette glared, but then dissolved into laughter.
"You know, it's perfect how you're the only one in this room killing someone," A dark, deep voice replied, standing up from the floor. The green glow was gone from his body and he was grinning madly. The redheaded girl crossed her arms.
"It's perfect how you're the one dead." She shot back, before sticking her tongue out. "But it's not like my brother could act anymore desperate." The one from the last scene grinned imperiously.
"What can I say," He perused, "good acting skills."
The girl who performed the scene with him snorted, shaking the dust from her curly hair. "You looked pretty real to me," she said, causing everyone to dissolve into laughter.
"Okay, okay. Enough cracking jokes on poor ole me." He said. "Let's go, we've got a break. We can tease me later."
His sister laughed. "Why not now?"
"I did," The brunette shouted dramatically, throwing a hand over his head. "Once!"
Author: x_¤*♥eLANEALENa♥*¤_x dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: M
Prompt: Once (#25)
Word Count: 982
Completed: [13/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents]"Love me!" "Once, I did."
Warnings: blood, violence. I'm in one of those moods again.
Notes: Wait until the end. Don't jump to conclusions.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing, it's all Rowling's, that genius.
The brunette pressed his forearm into the blonde's neck, the hand grasping a knife which was shaking nervously. "Love me!" The brunette shrieked, pushing his forearm against the blonde's neck harder, the blonde's hands grasping at his forearms. He could feel his pulse beating on his arm and he glared at the blonde in front of him.
"Once, I did." The blonde said through strangled breath. The brunette gave an angry shout, bringing his hand backward across his face, letting him go. He stumbled over, his palms meeting with the floor, splinters shooting up through his hands. Blood dripped from his neck and seeped to the splintery, wooden floor. The brunette paced, walking back and forth, before grabbing the boy's straight, blonde locks. He yanked him up to stand, blood coursing down his front.
"Kiss me!" He demanded, bringing the blonde's face to his. The blonde closed his eyes and refused to look at him. The brunette shook him scarily, anger in his eyes. Finally, he opened his eyes, the crystal clear orbs balancing emotions.
"Once, I did." He commented and the brunette shoved him, hard. He fell back against the wall, his head and neck confused between laying on the floor and on the wall. His joints ached and his eyes were losing vision. All he could see were two feet on either side of him. He craned his head and neck up so he could look up without hurting himself. Tears were running across the brunette's face, streaked with dirt and blood.
"Kill me." He said quietly, collapsing into the blonde's lap. His hands clutched at the blonde's collar, shaking him slowly. Through half-closed eyes, the blonde glared lightly up at the shaken brunette. The view he received was enough to make him want to throw up. Enough to make him turn around and leave. He pushed the brunette off of him and managed the qualms to stand up on his own two feet.
"Once, I did." He spat viciously, walking away from him, facing away from him. Two people entered from the side, one faster than the other. The blonde and the brunette froze in their place.
"When did you love me?" A male voice asked. He stalked angrily towards the female, who was nearly pressed against the wall. His eyes bore into hers heavily, the dark tones of his skin blending against the darkness in her eyes.
"Once, I did." A fiery, female voice shot back. She pushed him away, turning to walk off.
He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back. Her body was pressed into his, her eyes align with his, her lips almost touching his. "When did you kiss me?"
She brought her hands to his face and caressed it gently, before sidestepping him and crossing her arms. "Once, I did." He moved towards her agily, her steps of quickness matching his. They were almost waltzing around the room, moving towards and away from each other, until he out stepped her and caught her against the door.
"When did you kill me?" He whispered with mystery, his hands on either side of her shoulders. She drew her wand from her pocket, and pointed it at him. Green light filtered through it and it illuminated his dark skin and her red hair. He fell back, clattering against the floor in time with her wand. She turned to open the door, looking back.
"Once, I did." Through her frozen spot at the open door, another couple entered.
"Tell me," he begged, "why won't you love me?!" He grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
Her eyes looked sadly at him and she stepped away slowly. His hand was still holding hers and he trailed after her hopelessly. "I did. Once." He let go of her hand, crestfallen, as she stood there and watched him sadly.
"Tell me, "he pressed on, "why won't you kiss me?!" He moved towards her and scaredly, she stepped away, shaking her head.
"I did. Once." Her voice was heavily desperate, as the words would stop him from kissing her, to give him enough reason to step away from her.
But he didn't. He kept walked towards her, until she fell to her knees, looking up at him. He knelt there, taking her hand and placing it over his heart. "Tell me," he asked in desperation, "why won't you kill me?!"
"I did. Once." She said, her hand clenching his chest and she froze there also.
A single handclap went out from the way back of the room they were in. They all stood, grinning amongst themselves. "Now if we do well enough, we'll get a standing ovation at tonight's show." The brunette voiced, sliding his glasses back on and magicking the contacts from his eyes.
"Try not to fall on me so uncomfortably. I still hate you," The blonde replied, wrinkling his nose. "You're heavy." The brunette glared, but then dissolved into laughter.
"You know, it's perfect how you're the only one in this room killing someone," A dark, deep voice replied, standing up from the floor. The green glow was gone from his body and he was grinning madly. The redheaded girl crossed her arms.
"It's perfect how you're the one dead." She shot back, before sticking her tongue out. "But it's not like my brother could act anymore desperate." The one from the last scene grinned imperiously.
"What can I say," He perused, "good acting skills."
The girl who performed the scene with him snorted, shaking the dust from her curly hair. "You looked pretty real to me," she said, causing everyone to dissolve into laughter.
"Okay, okay. Enough cracking jokes on poor ole me." He said. "Let's go, we've got a break. We can tease me later."
His sister laughed. "Why not now?"
"I did," The brunette shouted dramatically, throwing a hand over his head. "Once!"