Drabbling (Part 2) -- ALG Drabble: Of Consuming Ardour
Friday, 22 June 2007 01:41Yeah, same warning with this one. I've no clue what I'm doing with drabbles, but I got bored at work and the idea struck me, lol. And I couldn't decide which lyric I liked for a break more, so there's two for this one.
Title: Of Consuming Ardour
Author: Curt Kenobi
Summary: Ewan takes a break and reflects on him and Asmodei.
Fandom: ALG (Through a Looking Glass) Timeline: After Stuart and Brandon get out of Hell.
Rating: PG (‘cos I don’t do G-ratings)
Genre: Drabble, romance (slightly angst-tinged?)
Disclaimer: Oh, I’d sell my soul to Luci to own these guys…but I don’t think we’re on a speaking basis. And anyways, if I owned them, it’d not be as fun. ^__^
A/N: I couldn’t decide which lyric break to use. >_<
-----o-h,---c-a-n-‘t---y-o-u---s-e-e--/--y-o-u---b-e-l-o-n-g---t-o---m-e------
-----a-n-d---s-e-l-l---m-y---s-o-u-l---f-o-r---y-o-u---j-u-s-t---t-o---s-a-y-----
Ewan lay back on the bed with a sigh. It was an indulgence, this break, but one much deserved. Languidly, he pushed up his white button-down and the undershirt beneath it, undoing the button of his pants. Though he did not look down to see it, his fingers traced the familiar lines and swirls of Asmodei’s sigil. It was easy enough to do, considering the reddish flesh was raised as a scar. Brilliant, that. But it reminded him…it reminded him of the depth of his love for Asmodei, and Asmodei’s comfortingly possessive love of him. Belonging. Always there. Intense. Forever.
(Lyrics for the breaks from: "Every Breath You Take" by The Police, and "The Face of God" by HIM.)
Title: Of Consuming Ardour
Author: Curt Kenobi
Summary: Ewan takes a break and reflects on him and Asmodei.
Fandom: ALG (Through a Looking Glass) Timeline: After Stuart and Brandon get out of Hell.
Rating: PG (‘cos I don’t do G-ratings)
Genre: Drabble, romance (slightly angst-tinged?)
Disclaimer: Oh, I’d sell my soul to Luci to own these guys…but I don’t think we’re on a speaking basis. And anyways, if I owned them, it’d not be as fun. ^__^
A/N: I couldn’t decide which lyric break to use. >_<
Ewan lay back on the bed with a sigh. It was an indulgence, this break, but one much deserved. Languidly, he pushed up his white button-down and the undershirt beneath it, undoing the button of his pants. Though he did not look down to see it, his fingers traced the familiar lines and swirls of Asmodei’s sigil. It was easy enough to do, considering the reddish flesh was raised as a scar. Brilliant, that. But it reminded him…it reminded him of the depth of his love for Asmodei, and Asmodei’s comfortingly possessive love of him. Belonging. Always there. Intense. Forever.