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Mar. 10th, 2006 08:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winterRammstein - Mann gegen Mann video
Oh dear. My Rammstein love knows no bounds. Manflesh! Homophobia! Oiled writhing manflesh... mmm... where was I? :D
Oh dear. My Rammstein love knows no bounds. Manflesh! Homophobia! Oiled writhing manflesh... mmm... where was I? :D
Re: *twitches*
Date: 2006-03-10 06:27 am (UTC)I think von Krolock would adore Dru. Such a precious broken thing with prophetic powers to rival his own...
Crazies and vampires and prophets, oh my!
Date: 2006-03-10 06:35 am (UTC)Drusilla’s delicately-boned face broke into a slow smile, her eyes half-closed. “They still sing louder,” She groaned. Running her hands over her belly, she swayed her hips towards her splayed fingers. “All the spots of starlight, rushing in, all wet and bright and fiery.”
Gazing at her, von Krolock wondered how anyone could be insensible to the lovely creature before him. Even in her most cryptic and illusive moments, she was by far the most sensual of creatures he had ever seen.
“What do they sing, child?”
“Of touches and secret places and things a lady doesn’t know.” She opened her eyes and smiled demurely with fragile beauty of crystal. “Two into one,” she said, offering her hands to him once more. “Silk and shadow and the taste of blackness.”
Arching a brow, von Krolock inclined his head politely, taking her hands and drawing her to him. “Such things a lady knows naught of?” he asked, his lips curving in the suggestion of a smile.
“Mm,” Drusilla’s gaze was anything but innocent as he lead her onto the floor in a waltz to music that she alone could hear. Her graceful spine shifted against his hand, pressing her even closer to him, her upturned face barely inches from his. “Wicked, naughty things...”
The strands of her hair trailed sensually over the hand at the base of her back as she arched her pale neck, baring her throat to him for a tantalising moment as they moved across the floor.
“I dare not think what things they may be.” Von Krolock’s hand swept up to tangle in her hair, drawing her head back that he might kiss her throat. Despite himself, he let his fangs graze her skin, felt her quiver.
Drusilla’s eyes fluttered shut and she pressed against him. “I do,” she all but purred, brushing her cheek against his jaw. Her lips close to his ear, she murmured, “The moon tells me they shall come to me tonight, a secret dance.”
Re: Crazies and vampires and prophets, oh my!
Date: 2006-03-10 06:52 am (UTC)What did I say about throwing pr0n my way when I'm at work? :P
Also, amazingly hot and I can so see them like that...Re: Crazies and vampires and prophets, oh my!
Date: 2006-03-10 06:53 am (UTC)Between them being all cryptic and mystical and Herbert and Spike biting and scratching and mauling the hell out of each other... I think my brain broke down.
Re: Crazies and vampires and prophets, oh my!
Date: 2006-03-10 07:47 am (UTC)Re: Crazies and vampires and prophets, oh my!
Date: 2006-03-10 09:03 am (UTC)Re: Crazies and vampires and prophets, oh my!
Date: 2006-03-10 09:10 am (UTC)Re: Crazies and vampires and prophets, oh my!
Date: 2006-03-10 09:12 am (UTC)Re: Crazies and vampires and prophets, oh my!
Date: 2006-03-10 09:29 am (UTC)...when're you going to be finished? :D
Re: Crazies and vampires and prophets, oh my!
Date: 2006-03-10 09:32 am (UTC)You do realise if/when I chance to meet you, you are going to be tackled and squeed at over this demon you have introduced me to ;) Flee! Flee while you still can :D
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Date: 2006-03-10 09:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-10 09:55 am (UTC)here! Have vampires for making me squee! :D
Drusilla’s eyes fluttered shut and she pressed against him. “I do,” she all but purred, brushing her cheek against his jaw. Her lips close to his ear, she murmured, “The moon tells me they shall come to me tonight, a secret dance.”
“The moon may be lying,” he observed, kissing her throat tenderly.
“If it is,” There was a growl about her words, “Then I shall be most cross.” Her hips rolled sensually against his and he knew without question that the moon was certainly not wrong. “No unhappy guests, not a little one.”
Bringing their joined hands up, he kissed her knuckles respectfully. “I shall see to it,” he murmured, his dark eyes meeting gleeful grey-blue ones, as their dance carried them, once more, to the middle of the floor. “What of your young William?”
“My William is all bark and all bite,” she confided, sliding her tongue along her teeth. “Fight and bite and growl.” She tilted her head slightly, as if hearing something just beyond her. “They bark and bark and play all over again, hiding and finding and chasing their own tails.”
Tilting his head back, von Krolock closed his eyes briefly, his smile darting across his lips. “As long as they do not make too much noise, I am sure we shall have a pleasant night,” he murmured. His breath caught when the vampire in his arms nipped his throat.
“The moon has said so,” she reminded him, her smile cryptic. “For everyone.” What sounded like a curse rang down from the gallery and Drusilla laughed. “My William isn’t very good at hiding.”
A distant crash of one of the candle-stands being knocked over echoed faintly in the long corridors.
“All bark and all bite, hmm? Should I fear for my son?” von Krolock murmured, drawing his hand from hers to lift her chin with one fingertip. Her softly-smiling lips ghosted against his. “Or for myself?”
“Wait and see,” she whispered against his lips. Her hand moved before his face, as if she was pulling away a veil, drawing a smile to his severe countenance as he twirled her once more across the floor.
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Date: 2006-03-10 10:20 am (UTC)Also, I acquired the original movie today, and just watched the Herbert scene that became Wenn Liebe. Mwahahahaha.
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Date: 2006-03-10 10:23 am (UTC)And baha! That scene, with the shirt and the racing around! Hee! That shirt features in this fic. It had to come into it ;)