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angelgazing) wrote2005-04-15 12:04 am
angelgazing) wrote2005-04-15 12:04 am
never betray the way you've always known it is
Well... I'm all officially signed up for the VM and O11 ficathons.
(By the way, I know that there are a couple of people on my f-list who watch the show and I would like to strongly suggest that they sign up for the VM ficathon. ::nods:: Think of the Veronica/Weevil!)
My To-Do list is once again the size of a small dragon. It could eat a third world country for breakfast. Woe and alas. I should get on that, hm?
Also? Well wishes to teh Lily and stuffs. ::pets::
He ran his fingers through Charlie's hair, his index finger stop-stuttering, a knot catching at the nape of Charlie's neck.
"You can't," Don said, whispered against Charlie's cheek.
Charlie tilted his head back, his face up, his eyelashes impossibly long, shadows against his cheekbones that made Don want.
"I-" Charlie says, stutters as his breath catches. He brings his hand up to push Don away and curls his fingers into Don's shirt.
His mouth is red, bruised and angry and perfect. Don doesn't kiss him, because he's never messed with something that was(n't) broken.
"Yeah," Don says and steps away.
(By the way, I know that there are a couple of people on my f-list who watch the show and I would like to strongly suggest that they sign up for the VM ficathon. ::nods:: Think of the Veronica/Weevil!)
My To-Do list is once again the size of a small dragon. It could eat a third world country for breakfast. Woe and alas. I should get on that, hm?
Also? Well wishes to teh Lily and stuffs. ::pets::
He ran his fingers through Charlie's hair, his index finger stop-stuttering, a knot catching at the nape of Charlie's neck.
"You can't," Don said, whispered against Charlie's cheek.
Charlie tilted his head back, his face up, his eyelashes impossibly long, shadows against his cheekbones that made Don want.
"I-" Charlie says, stutters as his breath catches. He brings his hand up to push Don away and curls his fingers into Don's shirt.
His mouth is red, bruised and angry and perfect. Don doesn't kiss him, because he's never messed with something that was(n't) broken.
"Yeah," Don says and steps away.