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bantha_fodderInterview with Ryan and Jessica
keywords: [blade] compounds are for losers
comments: compounds are for people who are too lazy to learn how to shoot recurve
and briefly, some fic.
title: second guesses
author: pen
fandom: blade
i do not own
The lights are dim, and the setting sun reflects red into the training room. Abigail twists, turns and hits out, and Hannibal meets her halfway. It's their own dance, flowing and staccato, and he pushes her to the floor and stops, an arm across her chest and another wrapped around her knee.
"What is your problem?" he asks.
Abigail struggles beneath him; flexes her muscles and inhales dust: coughs. He watches the patterns the dust forms as it dances in the fading sunlight; watches her pulse as it beats below her skin; watches the sweat beading on her forehead.
"You," she says, and heaves. He doesn't budge. "Get off me!" she yells.
"Been a while since I pinned you, Whistler," he says. "You're distracted."
"I'm fine," she says. Her voice is all timbers, and he wonders if perhaps she's sick. Hannibal loosens his grip and she rolls; mistakes his friendship for weakness as she aims for his knee.
She misses.
"Stop fighting," he says, from an arm's length away, but what he really means is, tell me the truth.
"You wanted to spar," she replies, and he knows she misunderstood.
The light trims her hair and for a second, just a second, Hannibal sees ghosts and ashes where there are none. He blinks; swallows and closes his eyes but he can still see her, everything she is and everything he wants.
He takes her for what she is, and lets her leave when she turns to go.
He's optimistic. There will be other chances.
keywords: [blade] compounds are for losers
comments: compounds are for people who are too lazy to learn how to shoot recurve
and briefly, some fic.
title: second guesses
author: pen
fandom: blade
i do not own
The lights are dim, and the setting sun reflects red into the training room. Abigail twists, turns and hits out, and Hannibal meets her halfway. It's their own dance, flowing and staccato, and he pushes her to the floor and stops, an arm across her chest and another wrapped around her knee.
"What is your problem?" he asks.
Abigail struggles beneath him; flexes her muscles and inhales dust: coughs. He watches the patterns the dust forms as it dances in the fading sunlight; watches her pulse as it beats below her skin; watches the sweat beading on her forehead.
"You," she says, and heaves. He doesn't budge. "Get off me!" she yells.
"Been a while since I pinned you, Whistler," he says. "You're distracted."
"I'm fine," she says. Her voice is all timbers, and he wonders if perhaps she's sick. Hannibal loosens his grip and she rolls; mistakes his friendship for weakness as she aims for his knee.
She misses.
"Stop fighting," he says, from an arm's length away, but what he really means is, tell me the truth.
"You wanted to spar," she replies, and he knows she misunderstood.
The light trims her hair and for a second, just a second, Hannibal sees ghosts and ashes where there are none. He blinks; swallows and closes his eyes but he can still see her, everything she is and everything he wants.
He takes her for what she is, and lets her leave when she turns to go.
He's optimistic. There will be other chances.
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Date: 2005-09-23 06:37 am (UTC)*hearts you*
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Date: 2005-09-24 04:43 am (UTC)Lee's penis keeps getting rejected, is his problem.
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Date: 2005-09-29 09:51 am (UTC)now you must write for this fandom forever. i will keep writing to you, harrassing you night and day, demanding more and more fic, because yours is always so good, and because i am too tired to write more at the moment as i am knocked up and lazy.
"Stop fighting," he says, from an arm's length away, but what he really means is, tell me the truth.
"You wanted to spar," she replies, and he knows she misunderstood.
and also
but he can still see her, everything she is and everything he wants.
and also the whole rest of it, but that is too much to cut/paste into this reply, and also silly.
i love hannibal so much. squee. he is teh sexy.
okay, that's enough.
*dies*
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Date: 2005-09-29 09:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-29 04:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-02 05:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-02 05:21 am (UTC)tis weird. i use the link or even the addy direct, and i get no interview. only a page of blurb about dallasmsicguide new artist's page, and i can't search for it for some reason.
werid weird wreid ewrid.
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Date: 2005-10-02 07:16 am (UTC)BOO HISS.