Drabbles: Coldfire (G to soft R, slash)

[winter]

I should have known better than to offer drabbles to a fic-starved fandom with so many plotbunniers on my f-list, really :) In order of appearance, for alighiera, alice_montrose, fuumasfrog and trobadora.

WORKAROUNDS

Ever since Mount Shaitan, Gerald had been learning to appreciate the simple pleasures in life. For example, at the moment he was lying sprawled across Damien’s broad chest, idly toying with the ex-priest’s shirt and watching the dazed look in Damien’s eyes. Even the cramped quarters only meant that he had an excuse to climb just that close, and Damien had to put an arm around his waist.

Presently, Damien blinked, his eyes turning clearer. “Are we on a ship-“

Gerald leaned in and kissed Damien again until the other man’s eyes were glazed over once more, the guarded question turning into a drawn-out moan before it could be fully phrased.

If he had known getting Damien to enjoy ship travel would be that easy, he would have tried this method ages ago.

-FIN-



SO THE WORLD WILL NEVER FIND YOU

Damien sighed as he pushed through the crowd, taking another drink from a flask of liquor someone had pressed into his hand. At least in the black mask and cloak, even if he did make a fool of himself at the Jaggonath carnival, no-one would be able to tell him apart from every other guy dressed up as a vampire. And a few real vampires, he had no doubt.

He wondered what Gerald would wear. The adept had been reticent about his plans, only setting the meeting place on the outskirts of the city-

Near Karril’s temple, he realised as a woman flung herself into his arms. She was wearing a version of a First Landing uniform, though he was sure the real colonists never had ones that tight.

She kissed him on the mouth. “Praise Karril,” she whispered. “A man is waiting for you, two alleys down. An... urgent matter.”

She laughed shrilly, and as she flung her neck back he saw the imprint of teeth. Not quite Gerald’s type, he thought, too strong, but then he wasn’t Gerald’s usual type either.

He stumbled through the throng of people, found the alley, leaned against a door that opened to rapidly for him to do anything but fall through it to the floor.

A chapel of the Church, he realised as he looked around blearily. Closed down temporarily, with a pagan festival roaring through the streets. Yet there were candles burning, and a fresh cloth on the altar.

Something – someone – moving, and he raised his head as he struggled to his feet.

Layers of silk obscuring limbs and body, so that he could no longer recall their past or present look. A broad collar of beaten gold with a pattern of flames. Dark hair instead of light brown, but oh, never mistaken, and now he remembered too clearly.

“I remember you felt particularly strongly about that dream.” Even the old mocking cadences were back in Tarrant’s voice. “You will enjoy this better than you would have the masquerade.”

Strong hands pushed Damien against the altar before he could think of fear, revulsion, desire, sacrilege.

“Don’t worry,” the man who had been the Hunter whispered in his ear as clothes were quickly, deftly pushed aside. “I won’t let you think.”

-FIN-




PETTY ANNOYANCES

Damien moved his wrists experimentally. The cuffs were far snugger than it should be possible for something lined with fur.

“Gerald, this is vulking ridiculous,” he muttered.

The former Hunter shook his head as he surveyed his handiwork. “You have a habit of tearing buttons off my shirts. I’m running out of outfits, and the shops here are not up to my standards. Therefore, you’ll be chained until I undress myself.”

“Only until then?” Damien asked hopefully.

Gerald’s smile was sweetness itself as he ran a hand down Damien’s bare chest. “Perhaps a few minutes longer than that.”

-FIN-




PROOF OF FAITH

The bracelet was tarnished silver, a streak of near-black on the red velvet lining the box set on the street stall. Gerald’s fingers closed in on it without hesitation. Damien raised his eyebrows, but remained silent as Gerald ruthlessly argued down the price.

He got his answer when they left the street fair and Gerald tenderly wiped the grime and tarnish off a fragile piece of glass. Underneath it was the face of a clock, too small to ever house the appropriate mechanism.

“A watch used to be an important theological analogy, Vryce. As the watch with its complexity proves the existence of a watchmaker, so the world proves the existence of its creator.”

Under Gerald’s touch, a tiny screw turned without resistance.

Tick.

-FIN-

Comments

Re: P.S.

[winter]

Evil of you, very evil :P

*goes back to her LAST new Garth Nix book, woe*

Re: P.S.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Sorry! Alas that I actually have to forgo vampires for a time :-S

Re: P.S.

[winter]

Hey, was kidding :) I've a backlog of books anyway, and then Coldfire to re-read so that I can stop niggling the girls whenever I need a "minor" detail like the name of the bloody ship...

Again, no pressure at all. I'm just happy you're not giving up on the vampies overall.

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I want to do vampires! I don't wanna do college work because it r teh suckeh!

But niggling the fangirls is what is fun about being in a tiny fandom where they give you bunnies ;)

Re: P.S.

[winter]

Multitasking is your friend :D And the problem with niggling the fangirls is that they're never online when you've got that one idea, but need to check whether or not you're actually remembering that one crucial detail right. I stumbled on that one when I forgot there are actual constellations visible on Erna, just not Earth ones (and fortunately named after scientists, because otherwise I'd have had to scrap an entire drabble).

BTW, just got back from college - bloody git didn't even show up or told anyone the class is cancelled. ARGH.

Re: P.S.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Alas, I'm in college at the moment, so I can't work on the babies and when I head home, I have no doubts I'll be roped into last minute cleaning since we have a family friend coming to stay for a few nights. Bah, I say unto the family. There are already 5 of us in the house. Now we have even less room than before.

However, tomorrow, I'll have all day in the office and intend to get a whole lot written when not fiddling with stuff. Fingers-crossed, I'll be inspired ;)

Re: P.S.

[winter]

If you happen to have trouble with inspiration, I remain, as always, your devoted instigator ;)

And is it my bad memory, or are you actually writing three chapters at the moment simultaneously (first meeting, post-In the Air and injured-Dawnie)?

Re: P.S.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Will you be about tomorrow?:) And this evening? I have no doubts I'll be online tonight as always.

Um... there's the possibility it could be more than that, actually. I'm plotting out prequels again, so yes, 3 in progress and others being tweaked :)

Re: P.S.

[winter]

I'll certainly be online this evening, and tomorrow all I've got are one appointment in the early afternoon (should be over in an hour, unless something unexpected happens) and J-class in the evening as usual. Mother's pushing me gym-wards, but I think I can exempt myself on grounds of plague for a few more days ;)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

*scans Coldfire fanart* I suspect I shall be harrassing you tomorrow, then :D As well... :D

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[winter]

Fanart? *flutters eyelashes*

Re: P.S.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Nothing more than a naked blade and a pair of socks. :P

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[winter]

...

*picks self off floor*

Ouch. XD XD XD XD

Re: P.S.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

It had to be done. It just had to be :D And I am quite smitten with those socks :D

Re: P.S.

[winter]

That little tear? Perfect XD

You're going to post that to the comm, right?

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Done :D

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[winter]

Oh, and which prequels exactly? Angelus' first visit? :>

Re: P.S.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

The first visits of each of the Scourge. I suspect Darla will be brought by the Master, as a formal show of a new favourite, then Darla brings Angelus and they, in turn, bring Dru (just because I want to show the coffin story and the smackdown Angelus received for it :D)

Re: P.S.

[winter]

Lovely :D VK-issued smackdowns are always enjoyable, and with Angelus on the receiving end, doubly so.

I assume Darla would be brought in somewhere in the mid to late 17th century?

Re: P.S.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

I would think so. VK can tolerate the Master, though he still calls him Joseph, despite being disgusted by the Master's lack of control in restraining his demonic features.

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[winter]

I wonder how the Master would take that sort of treatment from a vampire not even half a century old :>

*snipplet?*

Re: P.S.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Not started writing yet. Head is full of fluff and have 3 files sitting open staring at me demandingly...

Re: P.S.

[winter]

Herbert. Any Herbert :P (What, shallow? Moi?)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Um...

File 1: Herbert reading poetry.
File 2: Herbert, nekkid, chained to the bed.
File 3: Herbert and dad and emotional stuff.

So... anything more specific? :P

Re: P.S.

[winter]

,..damn you :P Now my brain is entirely on the fritz.

Since you've written a lot of Herbert and dad over the past few days, much as I adore it, perhaps Herbert with William and poetry this time? :>