Never ever meme, Lawliet's request
Jan. 19th, 2010 04:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sesshoZ trojga złego spośród propozycji Lawliet zamierzałam napisać totalnego fluffa z wielkookimi szotkami i cukierkowymi tekstami. Potem przyszedł mi do głowy pomysł, który łączył to z nekrofilią, a w trakcie pisania to już sama nie wiedziałam, czy chcę tej hybrydy i ostatecznie wyszło, jak wyszło.
I przy okazji spełniłam pewną Twoją starą prośbę:"Chcę zgnębionego Spita by Sessho!". ;) Tylko nie wiem, czy się ucieszysz XD
Sano had had many men in his life. All of them equally attractive though in different ways. All with some kind of charm, be it cuteness or witty humour or something completely else.
All of them paled in comparison with him. Since the very day Sano met him, he had known that Spitfire was different. That he was the man.
It didn't come off as a revelation of any sort. He just looked at the older man and it was as if he had always known it. That Spitfire - in that moment a mere stranger yet more, much more and his future mentor - was the person he had always been looking for.
His brilliant smile and that mischievous gleam in his eyes and the bright red of his hair that always made him seem to brim with light. Like a flame - full of life, always slipping away and playful and perfectly capable of bringing death. Like sun - you can't live without it but you can't get too close either.
So friendly and patient and so out of reach.
Beautiful. Perfect in all his imperfections.
Even now Spitfire was still captivating with his broken body - his very own blood spluttered all over it - and his bones shattered to pieces. Even now he was still more alluring than any living beings could be.
His digits, even though cold and dislocated from their joints, were still lovely and reminded Sano of all those embraces that could have been but never were. Still as full of grace as when they held a glass of red wine - rich and sweet.
His hair still looked like fire, catching stray rays of light and coming to life with them. And his lips were as full and tempting as those hours ago when regular breaths were still coming and leaving through them.
Maybe he was crazy and maybe he was sick. Maybe he had been for years.
Sano didn't know and for now it didn't matter. All that was important was right in front of him.
Spitfire was dead but it was still him and Sano had lost his shame long ago.
Haha, zrobiłam z Sano nekrofila in spe. Straszne, co to człowiekowi może do tej głowy przyjść, jak dostanie prompta. Choć ostatecznie, pomijając motyw, jestem nawet zadowolona z tego fanfika XD
Na razie nie wpadłam na żaden pomysł na fika dla Tsu, ale myślę, że i na to przyjdzie czas.
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Date: 2010-01-19 07:03 pm (UTC)ale nie bardzo fajnie Ci to wyszło
Mam nadzieję, że tu miał być przecinek? XD I nekro to też kompletnie nie moja broszka. XD Skądś w końcu tytuł tego meme się wziął, nie? XD
Fajnie, że się podobało :)
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Date: 2010-01-19 07:18 pm (UTC)*facepalm* no jasne, że miał byc XD możliwe, że mi się nie wcisnął, o moja klawa lubi wypadać er XD