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[winter]

(Incidentally, I got this from indigoskynet, who doesn't have me friended, but the originator last year was sigma7, who was prompted by a comment of reynardine's. How's that for the LJ social network working in mysterious ways?)

April 1, 2006: Business as usual

(May have crackfic later, though.)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Gah. Am shaking all over.



It seemed that eternity hung in that moment, then slowly, his father moved, turned, looked towards him with haunted eyes and a tragic smile that made Herbert both sob and laugh his relief.

On legs that belonged to another, he half-ran to his father, to his dearest and best and beloved one, falling to his knees and wrapped his arms around his father’s body. he could feel tears, could taste them.

“Oh, Herbert...” the whisper touched his hair made him tremble all over.

“Never again, father... never...” he whispered pleadingly, clutching his father as if he might be torn from him in a heartbeat. “Please...”

He felt the hand smoothing his shoulder, felt the caress to his hair, felt the emotion and exhaustion of the one person from whom he knew he could never be severed, would never be torn, who was his, always and ever, never to be parted.

“Never,” von Krolock whispered and slowly, tilted his head.

Tears on his cheeks and hands clenched in shaking fists on his father’s back, Herbert sobbed aloud when his father’s fangs cut into his throat. His. His father. His everything. His all. His best and dearest and beloved.

Without thought or question, he clung all the tighter and sank his fangs into his father’s throat, claiming, marking, loving, assuring, cherishing, everything.

[winter]

*sniffles* Oi, you. No fair making me tear up over such a pretty mental image...

(And oh, them clinging to each other, on their knees, fair and dark, a blood-covered Spike standing in the doorway, Dawn lying in a pool of her own blood, Herbert's bleeding hands clenched on VK's back. I will learn to paint, one day.)

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

This is the scene I've had going through my head all day. ALL day.

[winter]

*sighs* And you did it justice :)

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

And alas, now I must be off and tidy up for the parentals *snugs* Won't be about much tomorrow, on account of work :S

[winter]

*huggles* I think I can use this image to tide me over ;) Besides, I've still got two drabbles to write, and tomorrow I'm going shopping for most of the day, plus a certain blasphemy-related project :>

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Methinks I'll be writing/homeworking for 2 hours, then cooking, then homework again, then yay for work :-S I deplore evening shifts so much.

[winter]

*pats* I've things to write, too, and icons to make. Mall, however, turned out fruitful - I've got a swirlyskirt! A floor-length one, in purple. VK approves of it very much.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Yay for swirlyskirts :D I used to be a skirty person, but since someone gave me jeans, I live in them now. Am so scruffy :D

[winter]

Oh, and btw: Spike watching all this - I think he might just start to get Herbert better now :)

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

I've had him and Dawn watching in my head all night. Transpires that they've both come to the silent understanding that no matter how dear they are to their significant other, there's no way in hell that they would, could or want to get between father and son.

[winter]

I think that bond, that symbiosis is the key to why both of them survived so long. And yes, if forced to choose, they'd always choose each other :)

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Oh, just randomly, the Vitto/Illyria scene is fascinating me on so many levels. So many. She is so astute yet obtuse at the same time.