Four Scenes
Title: Four Scenes
Fandom: The Lost Boys.
Characters: Marko, David, Paul, Dwayne, Max. A dragon.
Prompt: 005, 016, 017, 029.
Word Count: Between 100 and 130 words.
Rating: Varied, T.
Author's Notes: Reposted from my old journal, iheartchuu.
005 - Last. 130 words.
Marko remembers the last time he and David kissed. It’s sharp in his mind, still, and it’s sharp in his chest as well. He remembers the way David’s pale skin shone in the moonlight as they stood at the mouth of the cave at night. He remembers the pale light glinting off David’s light blonde hair. He remembers the taste of blood on David’s soft, cool lips. He remembers thinking he would never be as happy as he was in that moment. He remembers the way his arms curled around David’s shoulders, the way David’s hands went to his own hips. It’s an old memory, one before Dwayne and Paul, one before Star and Laddie, one long before Michael. And no matter how hard he tries, he can’t forget it.
016 - Purple. 100 words.*
His eyes took in the brightly-lit main path of the boardwalk but caught on a swath of fabric dyed bright purple. It was just a little section of purple showing, bordered on either side by dark supple leather. Marko’s blue eyes flickered up to the face of the human wearing this dark purple shirt, the leather jacket - and their eyes met. Marko felt something rushing through his stomach, shivers of a sort from the way those eyes studied Marko in return. Marko smirked a little, not ashamed at being caught staring. He never backed down from a good challenge.
017 - Brown. 127 words.
The chocolate slid past David’s lips and Marko licked his own as his blue eyes were completely entranced by the sight. Valentine’s Day. Even knowing that David wasn’t *human*, that he was a vampire, Marko couldn’t change his own humanity.
He’d brought a chocolate heart when David invited him over, realizing quickly that David didn’t remember what the day was. And even if that had hurt a little, Marko tried not to care. David was a vampire; how was he expected to keep track of every single day that he was alive?
A small smile slid over David’s face and one echoed on Marko’s. “It’s good,” David told him, reaching over to touch Marko’s cheek. Marko’s smile turned shyer and he leaned his face into the touch.
029 - Birth. 100 words.*
Marko doesn’t remember much about being turned except the pain of his aching hunger and the overwhelming ecstasy he felt upon drinking blood the first time. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into, didn’t understand it fully until after his first kill. There was no birth in the sense that most things are birthed or rebirthed. There was nothing marking his fantastic transformation except for that pain, that elation, the sense of comfort and belonging he got when he looked to his brothers with new gold eyes and saw their love and acceptance shining right back at him.
Fandom: The Lost Boys.
Characters: Marko, David, Paul, Dwayne, Max. A dragon.
Prompt: 005, 016, 017, 029.
Word Count: Between 100 and 130 words.
Rating: Varied, T.
Author's Notes: Reposted from my old journal, iheartchuu.
005 - Last. 130 words.
Marko remembers the last time he and David kissed. It’s sharp in his mind, still, and it’s sharp in his chest as well. He remembers the way David’s pale skin shone in the moonlight as they stood at the mouth of the cave at night. He remembers the pale light glinting off David’s light blonde hair. He remembers the taste of blood on David’s soft, cool lips. He remembers thinking he would never be as happy as he was in that moment. He remembers the way his arms curled around David’s shoulders, the way David’s hands went to his own hips. It’s an old memory, one before Dwayne and Paul, one before Star and Laddie, one long before Michael. And no matter how hard he tries, he can’t forget it.
016 - Purple. 100 words.*
His eyes took in the brightly-lit main path of the boardwalk but caught on a swath of fabric dyed bright purple. It was just a little section of purple showing, bordered on either side by dark supple leather. Marko’s blue eyes flickered up to the face of the human wearing this dark purple shirt, the leather jacket - and their eyes met. Marko felt something rushing through his stomach, shivers of a sort from the way those eyes studied Marko in return. Marko smirked a little, not ashamed at being caught staring. He never backed down from a good challenge.
017 - Brown. 127 words.
The chocolate slid past David’s lips and Marko licked his own as his blue eyes were completely entranced by the sight. Valentine’s Day. Even knowing that David wasn’t *human*, that he was a vampire, Marko couldn’t change his own humanity.
He’d brought a chocolate heart when David invited him over, realizing quickly that David didn’t remember what the day was. And even if that had hurt a little, Marko tried not to care. David was a vampire; how was he expected to keep track of every single day that he was alive?
A small smile slid over David’s face and one echoed on Marko’s. “It’s good,” David told him, reaching over to touch Marko’s cheek. Marko’s smile turned shyer and he leaned his face into the touch.
029 - Birth. 100 words.*
Marko doesn’t remember much about being turned except the pain of his aching hunger and the overwhelming ecstasy he felt upon drinking blood the first time. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into, didn’t understand it fully until after his first kill. There was no birth in the sense that most things are birthed or rebirthed. There was nothing marking his fantastic transformation except for that pain, that elation, the sense of comfort and belonging he got when he looked to his brothers with new gold eyes and saw their love and acceptance shining right back at him.