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 Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:19 pm
This is drabble series number two, set in a different verse from the first.
A/N: This started as a silly little drabble about the matchboxes Bob gets hit with...it rapidly spiraled out of control.
A/N2: Personally I think this series is better written than the other one...
Disclamer: Not mine. Still. Butcher owns all.
Warnings: Slash (nothing graphic, not even a kiss), fluff, angst, general silliness, Bob being Bob. Matches
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:21 pm
Title: Matches
Rating: PG-13
Summary: where the hell do all those matchbooks come from?
[166]
Yet again the scratchy edge of a cardboard matchbox bounces off my skull.* The profusion of said matchboxes, and books, I can blame entirely on Thomas. He gives them all to Harry, who still won’t just used that spell he invented.**
There’s something vastly unfair in a universe where a guy can get stuck in a skull for a few hundred years and not get any, and another guy gets it -in style- so much that he has to give away hotel matchboxes he has so many. It makes you wonder whether Thomas was allotted all of the sex-life of the two. Stars knows Harry doesn’t have a clue where his went.
*If he keeps this up I’ll have to turn masochistic out of self-defense.
** flicum biccus I mean honestly. How lame can one man get? His Latin isn’t great, absolutely atrocious really, but the best he can come up with is fliccum biccus. The worst part was he thought he was being terribly clever.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:23 pm
Title: Relief
(sequel to Matches)
Rating: um…PG-13…mostly
Summary: Thomas is stretched to the brink, somebody gives him a helping hand.
[224]
“Ah.” Thomas let his eyes fall closed as he fell back on the bed. “That was nice.” His voice is soft and almost tender. His skin is glowing, if his eyes were open you could see the white mist of his nature clouding them over. A now blessedly-familiar afterglow crept outward from his chest down his arms and legs, to the very tip of every extremity, suffusing the vampire with a pleasant drifting sensation.
It had been a hard two years trying to deny his Hunger. Trying to feed without hurting someone. He didn’t want to be a monster, but it was so hard to fight the one within with only the bare minimum of strength.
“Shush. You think to much.”
Thomas grinned, his eyes slitting open and he croaked back, “Well that’s a first.”
A rolling chuckle, just beyond the edge of hearing washes over him, he basks in it. He doesn’t need the extra power, he’s already more than satisfied the Hunger, but he loves feeding off these emotions. Of happieness, contentment, relief not so different from his own. “Shut-up Thomas.”
Thomas smiles again and complies willingly, his hand drifts up to lay on a bleached white human skull resting on his chest. He drifts to sleep while a sparkling orange cloud settles on his chest, lights twinkling slowly.
“Sure thing Bob.”
((A/N: I’m sooo bad. So bad. *mwhahahaha*))
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:25 pm
Title: The Arrangement
(sequel to Relief, Matches)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bob and Thomas reach an understanding.
[358]
“I will. I soooo will, and you know it.”
Thomas half-growled as he tugged at a lock of hair in irritation. “Bob! You can’t he’ll…he’ll go ballistic! I mean being his brother is bad enough and this is…” even when he was angry, and not a little scared, Thomas chose his words carefully as they pertained to the tempermental air spirit. This was just to good a deal to put Bob in a week-long tizzy over some silly choice of words and have him hold out. It was purely out of interest for his Hunger. Not emotional in the least. No, not at all. Not even a bit. Certainly not with Bob, it was just…Bob. Yeah…just Bob.
Thomas shook his head and reminded himself he was angry at the manipulative little b*****d. “Alright what the hell do you want?”
“You suuure?”
Thomas growled.
“Fine. No more matchboxes.”
Thomas blinked. “What?”
“No. More. Matchboxes. Throw them away, or whatever. Just don’t bring them here.”
Thomas blinked some more, not believing that was all. “Matchboxes.”
“Right.”
The vampire stared at the glowing motes hovering in the skull’s eye sockets. “Matchboxes.”
“Yeah.”
“OK…” He stared a bit longer and asked, incredulous of the ridiculous blackmail term, “Why?”
His eyelights blinked a few times and focused on a point just beyond Thomas’ shoulder. Thomas didn’t question how he knew where Bob was looking, he just did. A slow, predatory grin spread over the vampires face.
“Bob. Why?”
The spirit remains silent.
“What does he do with them? Hm? Is it something…dirty?”
“No!” the skull squawks in surprise and no little disgust. “Christ Thomas I thought you had more damn brain-cells than that.”
Thomas grinned. Bob was so easy. “Then what.”
Bob mumbled.
“What?”
“He throws them at me OK! It scratches the skull, and it’s annoying.” The sulk is spread in a thick patina acrossed the words.
“Awwww. Poor Bob.” Thomas keeps himself from laughing only barely as he reaches forward and pats the skull. “You just don’t get any respect.”
Thomas is still grinning as orange motes dance up his arm and the air spirit mutters "damn right".
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:27 pm
Title: What’s mine is yours.
(Matches verse, )
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Thomas and Bob have figured out a great way to solve Thomas’s Hunger…if only they could figure out how to get Bob out of his skull besides the few occasions when Harry lets him.
[386]
He didn’t believe me, couldn’t credence that such a simple plan would work. As usual he was stunned with my brilliance when it did.
‘Just annoy him by asking him to use every little thing!’
‘That’s not going to get him to say that! Besides he’s not an idiot.’ He ignores my snort of disbelief. ‘And I’ve already been staying here for years!’
‘Say you’re worried about over-extending his hospitality. Play the pride card.’
‘He’ll see right through it!’
‘No he won’t.’
‘Yes he will.’
‘No he won’t.’
‘Fine! I’ll try, and you’ll be wrong!’
‘Fine! Do that!’
‘Fine’
As he retreats up the ladder I yell after him ‘Fine!’
Damn vampire, always has to have the last word. He yells ‘Fine’ just before he slams the trap-door
A long week later my vampire slides down the ladder and rushes over and practically bubbles over in excitement. “It worked! I don’t believe it! He was actually dense enough to say it!”
“Told ya’ so.”
Thomas shook his head. “I can’t believe that he hasn’t gotten killed yet.”
“I don’t think anybody does.” That makes the vampire laugh, which to my slight surprise elicits a laugh of my own. It’s strange. He seems to draw the oddest responses out of me. Probably just the vampirism rubbing off on me. I indulge in a few romance-thriller fantasies about vampire-air spirit escapades but leave it off when Thomas announces in a clear, positively giddy voice “Bob, you have permission to come out of your skull”
***
I shake my head and clip the leash on Mouse. You’d think after living here for so long Thomas would realize I’m perfectly willing to let him stay here, he’s my brother for Christ-sake. I shrugged. If it made him feel better. I ignored the nagging feeling in the back of my mind as I went out the door, well as Mouse pulled me out of it. Being accepted was nice, sure. But somehow his reaction to “Look, Thomas anything that’s mine is yours.” seemed to be a bit over-done. The last thought I had before Mouse started an enthusiastic trot down the block was that it was a little weird that the first place he went was the basement, he seemed to be spending an awful lot of time down there...
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:28 pm
Title: Justification
Rating: PG
Summary: Thomas and Bob try to convince themselves.
[563]
I keep telling myself that I don’t want to lose the regularity of getting out. Every day if things are going well.
I tell myself that I go off and cause mischief instead of just staying in the confines of the lab with Thomas, not that he’ll never drag me somewhere else. Sometimes he gets these incredibly insane ideas of places to go, really, Wrigley Field, admittedly on a non-game day, but still. That thing messes with their minds. But that if I don’t behave, for a given value of behave, I’m not exactly along for just my pretty face you know, that Thomas won’t let me out again. Or maybe Harry will find out, I can’t believe he’s so dense he hasn’t already PI my a**, I think Mouse knows more than him. Then I won’t get out at all.
That’s what I tell myself.
I ignore that even when things aren’t going well, or even if he’s not Hungry he still lets me out. I ignore the times when he’ll just sit there and talk, sometimes he just sleeps, letting me curl around his body like vines. Ignore the silence with witch I listen to him talk about everything that’s going wrong. Ignore the soft psychic glow of appreciation at the gently physical support I give him while he to tired to do anything but sleep. Ignore that the psychic bond seems to be stretching to cover more than just satisfying his Hunger. Ignore that ridiculous smile right before he goes to sleep. Ignore those ridiculous half-drowsy endearments he’s no doubt muttered in the ears of thousands. But most of all ignore the fact they we’re both immortal, and that this never has to end, and he’s never said he wants it to.
***
I tell myself that keeping this from Harry is right. That it isn’t something he needs to know…that it’s just because of how weird that conversation would be, instead of the fact that he might never get to talk to Bob again if Harry wigs out.
I tell myself that the ridiculously happy demeanor he draws out of me is just associated with the satisfaction of my Hunger. I tell myself that those stupid laughs mean nothing. I tell myself that I pander to the spirits mood-swings and wacky moods to keep the food supply open. I tell myself that it’s not because I actually care what skull boy feels. I tell myself I guard our secret for nice, rational reasons, not because I have an irrational, found-less desire to keep something beautiful from being destroyed like everything else. I tell myself that what we do is just satisfaction of Hunger. I tell myself that talking to him while I’m run-down ,or just ******** depressed from hanging around with Harry-the-world-is-hopeless-Dresden, is just a little play for his benefit. I tell myself that I don’t need that tangled warm glow when I’m to tired to do anything but sleep. I tell myself that those smiles mean nothing, that it’s just satisfied Hunger. I tell myself that whispered endearments are just as hollow as the thousand times I’ve said them before. Most of all though, I don’t let myself think about the facts that we’re both immortal and that I never, ever have to give this up. I tell myself I can let him go anytime I want to...
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A/N: Review meh!
A/N 2: The theory behind What's Mine... is that by saying this Harry grants Thomas half-ownership of everything he owns. This includes Bob, and thus gives Thomas the power to let Bob out.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 6:44 am
@ Matches
Hahahah! That amused me too much. xd
@ Relief
HOMG! HOMGHOMGHOMG... I think you made my brain implode. But, darn it... that just created a whole slew of speculation in my head for White Night... What if...? DARN YOU~
@ The Arrangement
Oh my God... That made me laugh a bit too much. IS Thomas developing... feelings? HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
@ What's mine is yours.
Oh wow... This is 'bout to get interesting, isn't it? ^^
@ Justification
Wow... Someone needs to pull the ' De Nial ' quote on Bob. ^^
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 1:31 pm
Sepik @ Matches
Hahahah! That amused me too much. xd
@ Relief
HOMG! HOMGHOMGHOMG... I think you made my brain implode. But, darn it... that just created a whole slew of speculation in my head for White Night... What if...? DARN YOU~
@ The Arrangement
Oh my God... That made me laugh a bit too much. IS Thomas developing... feelings? HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
@ What's mine is yours.
Oh wow... This is 'bout to get interesting, isn't it? ^^
@ Justification
Wow... Someone needs to pull the ' De Nial ' quote on Bob. ^^
-*mwhahahahahaha* oh yes, I am ebil, ebil, ebil. *hands you a rag to clean up brain-implosion* ^_^ I'm still waiting for my copy of White Knight...starting to wonder if UPS man stole it ...>.<
-*legasp* not that. ^^
-*hehe* yersh.
-*snerk* Oh god, now I'm going to have to write one more where Harry gets to say that to both of them XD
Thanks for the reviews! They're like crack for me! ^_^ ...really...I need help...XD XD
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 6:45 pm
Crack is good. I mean, uh, reviews. Reviews are good!
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