Drabbleness for Mecca
Because I was told to, and because I have nothing else to do.
Hair drabble
Title: Black Boys are Delicious
Pairing: Hud/Woof/Jeanie kinda. Woof POV.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: angsty Woof-ness. Enjoy.
"It doesn't matter whose baby it is." That's what she said, but I know what she meant. She meant that she wanted the baby to be different. She wanted to have a baby that wasn't "pink and squishy" like Hud said. She wanted a beautiful baby with big, expressive eyes and smooth chocolate skin. The kind of baby that wasn't blonde and pale and a picture of perfect Aryan youth, for fuck's sake. I forgive her though. It's just the kind of baby I'd want too. It's the kind of baby who would break the barriers of color and just be admired. The kind of baby who'd go out in the world and transform from a Lafayette into a Hud and the whole world would follow blindly along.
Like I did. The only problem was that Jeanie had followed too. Both of us had followed and gotten sucked into this man's tantric beauty and we couldn't turn back. But I'm a selfish person. I wanted her to turn back. I didnt want to share him with her, and now she had a piece of him in her. Granted, I could have a piece of him in me as well, but not like that. Not a life. Not something of his that would be there for eternity. If it weren't for her, I'd have something of his for all eternity. Something I wanted dearly, but could never have because you can't give it to two people - three if you count the baby. Something he'd have more trouble giving and that's exactly why I wanted it.
His heart.
Hope you enjoyed it, dear friend. Now I must find something else to ease the boredom.
~queenie
Hair drabble
Title: Black Boys are Delicious
Pairing: Hud/Woof/Jeanie kinda. Woof POV.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: angsty Woof-ness. Enjoy.
"It doesn't matter whose baby it is." That's what she said, but I know what she meant. She meant that she wanted the baby to be different. She wanted to have a baby that wasn't "pink and squishy" like Hud said. She wanted a beautiful baby with big, expressive eyes and smooth chocolate skin. The kind of baby that wasn't blonde and pale and a picture of perfect Aryan youth, for fuck's sake. I forgive her though. It's just the kind of baby I'd want too. It's the kind of baby who would break the barriers of color and just be admired. The kind of baby who'd go out in the world and transform from a Lafayette into a Hud and the whole world would follow blindly along.
Like I did. The only problem was that Jeanie had followed too. Both of us had followed and gotten sucked into this man's tantric beauty and we couldn't turn back. But I'm a selfish person. I wanted her to turn back. I didnt want to share him with her, and now she had a piece of him in her. Granted, I could have a piece of him in me as well, but not like that. Not a life. Not something of his that would be there for eternity. If it weren't for her, I'd have something of his for all eternity. Something I wanted dearly, but could never have because you can't give it to two people - three if you count the baby. Something he'd have more trouble giving and that's exactly why I wanted it.
His heart.
Hope you enjoyed it, dear friend. Now I must find something else to ease the boredom.
~queenie