*jawdrop* WOW ... This was FANTASTIC. (I'm so glad I inspired this in a roundabout way, I really needed this fic today ...)
They remember last year, at the height of the revelry, Samuel and Joseph feasting on her like twin beasts. She was not the only one. And she won’t be the only one tonight. *gulps* Oh my ...
Hiro feels healthy and reinvigorated. He holds Charlie’s hand and leads her into the dance. They’ll face death together tomorrow. Tonight, they live. *cries* That's such a lovely little bit ...
The clock ticks closer to midnight, and spurred by the sound, Nathan twirls Lydia faster. She spins and laughs, and when Edgar’s hands meet Nathan’s on her hips, it’s only more exciting, more feverish. Her lips sear them both with fire, and the veils begin to fall away. Mmmmmm ...
Peter vaguely recalls feeling this way once before, intrigued and frightened. He remembers another man who came out of nowhere and changed his life. Now Samuel is running a hand over his chest beneath his shirt, and another hand beneath his belt, and Peter’s thinking of Claude, rain and remembrance and the feeling of falling. CLAUDE COME BACK PLEASE! (Also: awwwwww ... and SQUEE.)
but then Charlie kisses him and he forgets to teleport. She tells him she wants to stay. There’s a wild danger in her voice, and he knows how she’s feeling. It might be their last night alive I LOVE the Charlie/Hiro bits especially.
A few years ago, Hiro’s ashamed of himself for having a wet dream about beautiful Charlie. *wibbles* I love how this feels like we're out of time, as it should be ...
Samuel just watches the world turn around him. Ooooooo ... *coughcough* TIME LORD *coughcough*
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Date: 2009-11-02 10:29 pm (UTC)This was FANTASTIC. (I'm so glad I inspired this in a roundabout way, I really needed this fic today ...)
They remember last year, at the height of the revelry, Samuel and Joseph feasting on her like twin beasts. She was not the only one. And she won’t be the only one tonight.
*gulps* Oh my ...
Hiro feels healthy and reinvigorated. He holds Charlie’s hand and leads her into the dance. They’ll face death together tomorrow. Tonight, they live.
*cries* That's such a lovely little bit ...
The clock ticks closer to midnight, and spurred by the sound, Nathan twirls Lydia faster. She spins and laughs, and when Edgar’s hands meet Nathan’s on her hips, it’s only more exciting, more feverish. Her lips sear them both with fire, and the veils begin to fall away.
Mmmmmm ...
Peter vaguely recalls feeling this way once before, intrigued and frightened. He remembers another man who came out of nowhere and changed his life. Now Samuel is running a hand over his chest beneath his shirt, and another hand beneath his belt, and Peter’s thinking of Claude, rain and remembrance and the feeling of falling.
CLAUDE COME BACK PLEASE! (Also: awwwwww ... and SQUEE.)
but then Charlie kisses him and he forgets to teleport. She tells him she wants to stay. There’s a wild danger in her voice, and he knows how she’s feeling. It might be their last night alive
I LOVE the Charlie/Hiro bits especially.
A few years ago, Hiro’s ashamed of himself for having a wet dream about beautiful Charlie.
*wibbles* I love how this feels like we're out of time, as it should be ...
Samuel just watches the world turn around him.
Ooooooo ... *coughcough* TIME LORD *coughcough*