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hackthis_archive) wrote2003-10-08 12:19 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2003-10-08 12:19 pm
Flee! Flee! Flee!
I am currently making little glasses signs with my thumb and forefinger when I should be packing for Bora Bora. Or as far as $14.37 $6.81 (had to drink last night) will get me. Obviously I am not right in the head, so I choose to drabble instead.
This is not a joke, so please stop smiling
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
-Wilco ‘I am trying to break your heart’
Harry Potter
During the war it didn’t really matter. There were just words and actions, rumors, really.
He couldn’t be arsed to pay attention to them.
A hand on the shoulder here, a whispered phrase there. Harry had a world to save; he couldn’t waste his time wondering who was touching who in dark corners when he wasn’t around.
He told himself that for three years.
He almost believed it.
And then the war was over.
People began moving on. Things should have changed, or reverted back. But they didn’t.
Then Neville really went off with Malfoy, and Harry couldn’t pretend anymore.
*
LOTRips
Their first break-up lasted three hours and was over before PJ had finished setting up for the next shot. Billy was still trying to process what had happened when Dom begged to be taken back.
The second break-up lasted a bit longer: eight days with a case of Bell’s Irish Whiskey. Billy was three-quarters done when Dom came around with those eyes and that treacherous mouth. He apologized again, and Billy belched.
The third time was too long, fullstop. Then Dom appeared with Elijah in the papers.
When he finally rang around to apologize, Billy laughed and wished them well.
*
The O.C.
He smiles; she preens. He tries to impress her; and she pretends not to be amused.
He makes her laugh with jokes they used to share long before she came along.
He doesn’t his best not to watch them together, but at this point it’s not really something he can avoid. Two of the most unlikely people *ever* have seemingly found each other, and he’s all but helpless to object. He can’t quite see “I saw you, first” as a plausible argument.
After all, Ryan didn’t see Seth, first; he just fell for him long before Summer got a clue.
*
Smallville
He shouldn’t have taken it personally: it was Lex after all.
“Better safe than dead, again.” That was his motto.
There were new guards and security devices everywhere. There was even a small explosion when a mole tried to burrow inside a certain perimeter, and those were just the changes that Clark could *see*.
Except those were to protect against *other* people; he had always been let in before.
Then he was turned away at the front door.
And Lex stopped returning his phone calls.
It was like he had never left that island, and then Clark began to understand. Finally.
-end-
This is not a joke, so please stop smiling
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
-Wilco ‘I am trying to break your heart’
During the war it didn’t really matter. There were just words and actions, rumors, really.
He couldn’t be arsed to pay attention to them.
A hand on the shoulder here, a whispered phrase there. Harry had a world to save; he couldn’t waste his time wondering who was touching who in dark corners when he wasn’t around.
He told himself that for three years.
He almost believed it.
And then the war was over.
People began moving on. Things should have changed, or reverted back. But they didn’t.
Then Neville really went off with Malfoy, and Harry couldn’t pretend anymore.
Their first break-up lasted three hours and was over before PJ had finished setting up for the next shot. Billy was still trying to process what had happened when Dom begged to be taken back.
The second break-up lasted a bit longer: eight days with a case of Bell’s Irish Whiskey. Billy was three-quarters done when Dom came around with those eyes and that treacherous mouth. He apologized again, and Billy belched.
The third time was too long, fullstop. Then Dom appeared with Elijah in the papers.
When he finally rang around to apologize, Billy laughed and wished them well.
He smiles; she preens. He tries to impress her; and she pretends not to be amused.
He makes her laugh with jokes they used to share long before she came along.
He doesn’t his best not to watch them together, but at this point it’s not really something he can avoid. Two of the most unlikely people *ever* have seemingly found each other, and he’s all but helpless to object. He can’t quite see “I saw you, first” as a plausible argument.
After all, Ryan didn’t see Seth, first; he just fell for him long before Summer got a clue.
He shouldn’t have taken it personally: it was Lex after all.
“Better safe than dead, again.” That was his motto.
There were new guards and security devices everywhere. There was even a small explosion when a mole tried to burrow inside a certain perimeter, and those were just the changes that Clark could *see*.
Except those were to protect against *other* people; he had always been let in before.
Then he was turned away at the front door.
And Lex stopped returning his phone calls.
It was like he had never left that island, and then Clark began to understand. Finally.
-end-
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Lotrips? I was sad it wasn't Viggo lol. Still. Lovely all around.
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Lotrips? I was sad it wasn't Viggo lol. Still. Lovely all around.
I wish your ass would write something too! Just sayin'