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1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Jezebel Disraeli (GodChild) X Muraki Kazutaka (Yami no Matsuei)
Jeanette/Therese (Vampire the Mascurade) X Dean Winchester and/or Sam Winchester (or both!) (Supernatural)
Jansen Freidh (Lost Odyssey) X Zevran (Dragon Age)
Retica (Eternal Poison) X Darc(Arc The Lad: Twilight of the Spirits)
Delma (Arc The Lad: Twilight of the Spirits) X Goliath (Gargoyles)
Dexter (Dexter) X Mrs. Lovette (Sweent Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street)
Kaine (Neir: Gestalt) X Dante (Devil May Cry)
1. Comatose-- Skillet
No matter how hard Geedo beat him, Darc could still remember.
It had been her fault, really. She had sent him out on one of her meaningless petty errands, and that's when he met him. Same caramel skin, same crimson eyes, same broken genetics. Retica was just like him; a halfbreed slave to a fat drooling demon lord.
They met for barely a moment, passing in the market place. Retica didn't flinch as Darc's dragon claw brushed his arm in the close-mashed proximity of the crowd.
He barely smiled.
And now as Geedo's whip licked the flesh from his back, Darc had a reason not to break.
He had a reason to fight back.
~*~*~*~
2. Carnival of Rust-- Poets of The Fall
He crawled low in the muck, too beaten to stand. It was a hazard being what he was; Heretic, Wannabe, Human Bastard. Halfbreed.
But Retica had heard of another like him; a Demon lord who's reckless fangs made others turn from his mixed heritage.
The Orcon guards at the village's mouth were not impressed with his story, nor his unyielding determination. They were quick to beat him down until he could no longer get back up, and then for a few hours after that. The rain had come, bleeding mud from the ground and rousing Retica into painful consciousness.
But just before the space where his vision blurred he saw it; a figure smeared in the bloody muddy dim. Who was it? Did it matter?
"H-hey... help..."
His outstretched hand was met with a grasping dragon's claw.
~*~*~*~
3. Late Goodbye-- Poets of the Fall
He had no idea why it happened. He could recount the steps, but the sums didn't seem to fit at all into the whole.
Darc recalled the first moment he had seen the younger halfbreed, and the fever with which Retica convinced him to join his traveling troupe. It wasn't even a day later Retica's Mistress had placed the spell on him, binding Darc to her fickle whims and wills.
She made him into something weak, and somewhere at the back of Darc's mind he decided it was Retica's job to make him feel strong.
It didn't matter how hard the pale haired youth fought; Darc was bigger, stronger, and he would get what he needed.
"You owe me some gratification," he growled, claws ripping into Retica's scalp. He watched the blood seep into his hair, coloring it wounded-red as the pleasure of a tight chocking throat around his dick chip away at his lingering humiliation.
~*~*~*~
4. AFI-- The Leaving Song
"Sold to the gentleman with the silver cane! Now, our next item up for bid..."
The auctioneer's voice cut over the bustle of the crowd, but Retica tried not to hear it. The stock of merchandise was thinning, and there was hardly more than himself and Darc remaining in the back room.
Would today be the day?
Another gaurd sauntered in, and Retica hid his face against his brother's broad chest. A few moments of eyes-closed terror passed, and he was not ripped from the safety of those strong mismatched arms.
"Our last item for sale this evening..."
"Not today," Darc breathed gruffly against the top of Retica's head. "Not today."
~*~*~*~
5. Phantom of the Opera-- Phantom of The Opera
The dreams were bloody relentless.
Sleeping on the hard ground of Besek never lent the best nights of sleep, but ever since Retica had taken the dark turn of the fork in the road, his nightly visions had changed. Gone were the comforting visions of his father's last breath and fresh wet-blood hands, all replaced with strange unreadable flashes.
Fangs under dark lips. Sharp curved horns. A deadly claw and a calloused human hand. The wakings were by far the worst part, leaving him empty and confused, and aching in ways he was barely old enough to understand.
And when he finally finally spotted him along the twisting Tetractis, Retica knew. He was a stranger, but not really. Besek had allowed them to meet for many nights before this one, The First Waking.
"You're... Darc."
Thier eyes met briefly before their mouths crashed together.
~*~*~*~
6. Love Never Dies-- Beauty Underneath
Retica had a radical sense of right and wrong. The murder of countless demons didn't cause him an ounce of lost sleep, but this... this was a village of humans. He wasn't fond of them, but they were just so... defenseless. Sleeping in thier little huts. Unknowing.
"Do it," Darc urged. "What are you waiting for?"
"... I don't know."
"Retica, they're just like the humans that drove you from your home. Do you think they would treat us any differently if we went there?"
And after a moment of heavy silence, Retica drew his bow. The tip erupted into a crest of flame before he let it fly. The straw roofs of the small village huts were quick to grab of the flame.
And Retica could barely breath.
"What, I suppose you feel bad now?"
"No."
"... no?"
"It's just that... it's kind of... beautiful."
~*~*~*~
7. Evanescence--My Last Breath
It wasn't fair. Darc clutched the cooling body, stubbornly refusing to cry. It was his thought that if he refused long enough, hard enough, that all of this could be undone.
"Darc..." a pale small hand lifted, hooking weakly on one of his shoulder-spikes. Retica understood his companion's refusal; or understood as much as he could anything with so much of his own blood pooled around him.
He grasped that horn and used it to pull himself up, pressing his mouth clumsily to the corner other halfbreed's mouth.
And finally let out his last breath, and collapsed into Darc's lap.
~*~*~*~
8. Evanescence-- Haunted
Retica's fingers twitched as consciousness trickled back onto his head like a muddy puddle. Chains, white chains... they lay around him like a coil of pleased snakes.
"Darc..." he chocked out, dragging his gaze through the indiscriminate dim. There he was, curled up in the same living-white bindings. Crawling over, Retica placed a bruised hand on his shoulder. The other halfbreed quickly knocked it away.
"Don't touch me."
Well, at least he was still alive.
~*~*~*~
9. A.F.I-- Misara Cantra
There had never been another like him before. Retica had lived as an outcast; faithless, in denial, and unwelcome on every doorstep.
But to find another abomination redefined his before unbroken solitude.
He knew it the instant he saw Darc, dripping with blood from the latest ignorant demon that tried to cross him. The moment their eyes met they both knew:
Nothing would ever be the same again.
~*~*~*~
10. A.F.I-- This Celluloid Dream
The first time Darc had seen him, Retica had been crying.
Usually that kind of blatant show of emotion repulsed the hardened halfbreed; crying meant weakness, defeat, and humiliation; all of the things Darc hated to see in others (and more so, in himself). But as those thoughts lined up, one after another, a stranger cut to the front of the cue.
He was kind of... exquisite. It was the first thing that occured, and no matter how hard Darc tried he could not shake the thought. Tears simply suited those crimson eyes, and those white lashes.
And while Darc was often tempted to bring up the fact that his first encounter with Retica had been while the younger was crying, he did not. His companion was always ready with a smirk and quick-cut counter of "Oh yeah? Well at least I wasn't blushing like a little girl."
~*~*~*~
THAT was hard, I had to go back and finish some! (I cheated a little, on well xD)
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Jezebel Disraeli (GodChild) X Muraki Kazutaka (Yami no Matsuei)
Jeanette/Therese (Vampire the Mascurade) X Dean Winchester and/or Sam Winchester (or both!) (Supernatural)
Jansen Freidh (Lost Odyssey) X Zevran (Dragon Age)
Retica (Eternal Poison) X Darc(Arc The Lad: Twilight of the Spirits)
Delma (Arc The Lad: Twilight of the Spirits) X Goliath (Gargoyles)
Dexter (Dexter) X Mrs. Lovette (Sweent Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street)
Kaine (Neir: Gestalt) X Dante (Devil May Cry)
1. Comatose-- Skillet
No matter how hard Geedo beat him, Darc could still remember.
It had been her fault, really. She had sent him out on one of her meaningless petty errands, and that's when he met him. Same caramel skin, same crimson eyes, same broken genetics. Retica was just like him; a halfbreed slave to a fat drooling demon lord.
They met for barely a moment, passing in the market place. Retica didn't flinch as Darc's dragon claw brushed his arm in the close-mashed proximity of the crowd.
He barely smiled.
And now as Geedo's whip licked the flesh from his back, Darc had a reason not to break.
He had a reason to fight back.
~*~*~*~
2. Carnival of Rust-- Poets of The Fall
He crawled low in the muck, too beaten to stand. It was a hazard being what he was; Heretic, Wannabe, Human Bastard. Halfbreed.
But Retica had heard of another like him; a Demon lord who's reckless fangs made others turn from his mixed heritage.
The Orcon guards at the village's mouth were not impressed with his story, nor his unyielding determination. They were quick to beat him down until he could no longer get back up, and then for a few hours after that. The rain had come, bleeding mud from the ground and rousing Retica into painful consciousness.
But just before the space where his vision blurred he saw it; a figure smeared in the bloody muddy dim. Who was it? Did it matter?
"H-hey... help..."
His outstretched hand was met with a grasping dragon's claw.
~*~*~*~
3. Late Goodbye-- Poets of the Fall
He had no idea why it happened. He could recount the steps, but the sums didn't seem to fit at all into the whole.
Darc recalled the first moment he had seen the younger halfbreed, and the fever with which Retica convinced him to join his traveling troupe. It wasn't even a day later Retica's Mistress had placed the spell on him, binding Darc to her fickle whims and wills.
She made him into something weak, and somewhere at the back of Darc's mind he decided it was Retica's job to make him feel strong.
It didn't matter how hard the pale haired youth fought; Darc was bigger, stronger, and he would get what he needed.
"You owe me some gratification," he growled, claws ripping into Retica's scalp. He watched the blood seep into his hair, coloring it wounded-red as the pleasure of a tight chocking throat around his dick chip away at his lingering humiliation.
~*~*~*~
4. AFI-- The Leaving Song
"Sold to the gentleman with the silver cane! Now, our next item up for bid..."
The auctioneer's voice cut over the bustle of the crowd, but Retica tried not to hear it. The stock of merchandise was thinning, and there was hardly more than himself and Darc remaining in the back room.
Would today be the day?
Another gaurd sauntered in, and Retica hid his face against his brother's broad chest. A few moments of eyes-closed terror passed, and he was not ripped from the safety of those strong mismatched arms.
"Our last item for sale this evening..."
"Not today," Darc breathed gruffly against the top of Retica's head. "Not today."
~*~*~*~
5. Phantom of the Opera-- Phantom of The Opera
The dreams were bloody relentless.
Sleeping on the hard ground of Besek never lent the best nights of sleep, but ever since Retica had taken the dark turn of the fork in the road, his nightly visions had changed. Gone were the comforting visions of his father's last breath and fresh wet-blood hands, all replaced with strange unreadable flashes.
Fangs under dark lips. Sharp curved horns. A deadly claw and a calloused human hand. The wakings were by far the worst part, leaving him empty and confused, and aching in ways he was barely old enough to understand.
And when he finally finally spotted him along the twisting Tetractis, Retica knew. He was a stranger, but not really. Besek had allowed them to meet for many nights before this one, The First Waking.
"You're... Darc."
Thier eyes met briefly before their mouths crashed together.
~*~*~*~
6. Love Never Dies-- Beauty Underneath
Retica had a radical sense of right and wrong. The murder of countless demons didn't cause him an ounce of lost sleep, but this... this was a village of humans. He wasn't fond of them, but they were just so... defenseless. Sleeping in thier little huts. Unknowing.
"Do it," Darc urged. "What are you waiting for?"
"... I don't know."
"Retica, they're just like the humans that drove you from your home. Do you think they would treat us any differently if we went there?"
And after a moment of heavy silence, Retica drew his bow. The tip erupted into a crest of flame before he let it fly. The straw roofs of the small village huts were quick to grab of the flame.
And Retica could barely breath.
"What, I suppose you feel bad now?"
"No."
"... no?"
"It's just that... it's kind of... beautiful."
~*~*~*~
7. Evanescence--My Last Breath
It wasn't fair. Darc clutched the cooling body, stubbornly refusing to cry. It was his thought that if he refused long enough, hard enough, that all of this could be undone.
"Darc..." a pale small hand lifted, hooking weakly on one of his shoulder-spikes. Retica understood his companion's refusal; or understood as much as he could anything with so much of his own blood pooled around him.
He grasped that horn and used it to pull himself up, pressing his mouth clumsily to the corner other halfbreed's mouth.
And finally let out his last breath, and collapsed into Darc's lap.
~*~*~*~
8. Evanescence-- Haunted
Retica's fingers twitched as consciousness trickled back onto his head like a muddy puddle. Chains, white chains... they lay around him like a coil of pleased snakes.
"Darc..." he chocked out, dragging his gaze through the indiscriminate dim. There he was, curled up in the same living-white bindings. Crawling over, Retica placed a bruised hand on his shoulder. The other halfbreed quickly knocked it away.
"Don't touch me."
Well, at least he was still alive.
~*~*~*~
9. A.F.I-- Misara Cantra
There had never been another like him before. Retica had lived as an outcast; faithless, in denial, and unwelcome on every doorstep.
But to find another abomination redefined his before unbroken solitude.
He knew it the instant he saw Darc, dripping with blood from the latest ignorant demon that tried to cross him. The moment their eyes met they both knew:
Nothing would ever be the same again.
~*~*~*~
10. A.F.I-- This Celluloid Dream
The first time Darc had seen him, Retica had been crying.
Usually that kind of blatant show of emotion repulsed the hardened halfbreed; crying meant weakness, defeat, and humiliation; all of the things Darc hated to see in others (and more so, in himself). But as those thoughts lined up, one after another, a stranger cut to the front of the cue.
He was kind of... exquisite. It was the first thing that occured, and no matter how hard Darc tried he could not shake the thought. Tears simply suited those crimson eyes, and those white lashes.
And while Darc was often tempted to bring up the fact that his first encounter with Retica had been while the younger was crying, he did not. His companion was always ready with a smirk and quick-cut counter of "Oh yeah? Well at least I wasn't blushing like a little girl."
~*~*~*~
THAT was hard, I had to go back and finish some! (I cheated a little, on well xD)