A proliferation of randomization.
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fleurbleue made me the most lovely art for my Warrior Angel verse, which inspired this small thank you.
Warrior Angel
While You Were Sleeping
Cal drops his towel on the floor in the doorway, an amused smile playing across his lips as he considers the territorial statement that lies before him.
He feels much more tolerant when he’s clean, which is obviously why he decided to use a towel instead of the auto-dry mechanism that generally switches on in the bathing room after a shower.
After all these years, nothing Sean does should surprise him, and inevitably Cal always finds Sean endearing, when he’s not being a pain in the ass.
For as long as Cal has known him Sean has always slept as though he were the only person in the bed: long legs stretched to the far corners of the mattress and arms splayed out as though he were tied to the bed. His head turns from side to side constantly, and he has a tendency to roll over while he’s asleep as though rolling down a hill.
Cal’s never rolled down a hill himself, but when he was small his mother used to read to him children’s stories from her handheld digital library, and he remembers the story about Jack and Jill. His mother showed him an ancient pictograph of a well, and he still marvels that there was a time that people had to go to the water rather than the water coming to them.
Of course, Cal marvels at a lot of things like the vast expanses of skin bared as Sean shifts on the mattress, and the sheet covering his lower body falls away.
There’s the soft curve of Sean’s spine and the rise of his ass, highlighted by the lights filtering through the windows that stretch the along the headboard of the bed. Sean’s shoulders seem to stretch as wide as the length of the pillow, and he makes these snuffling noises that have gradually become imperative to Cal’s ability to sleep.
The floorboards creak as Cal steps closer to the bed and gazes at a few of the small scars and imperfections that he can replicate on paper with the tip of his tongue. There’s a long healed laceration on Sean’s right bicep and the barcode he had placed on his shoulder blade when his parents died.
These are things that Cal loves.
He doesn’t need Sean to be perfect; he wonders where Sean got that idea in the first place.
Sean‘s voice pierces Cal‘s reverie even though he doesn’t open his eyes. “Are you coming to bed, or what?”
“I could get in the bed if somebody actually made room,” Cal mocks, even as Sean rolls over, lifting the flat sheet with his knee.
There’s a snort that could be a laugh, which Cal chooses to ignore as he climbs in beside Sean.
The bed’s computer makes a small whirring noise as it adjusts to the additional weight and body size, and Cal turns over only once as large arms wrap around his torso.
Sean’s hair is soft against his collarbone as he tucks his head under Cal’s chin. “What were you doing?” he asks, insinuating his legs between Cal’s.
“Apart from taking a shower?”
Cal hisses as the sharp nip to his collarbone. “Schiesse,” he curses.
“Smart ass,” Sean warns.
“Watching you sleep.”
Sean’s quiet as their room is momentarily filled with the garish yellow light of a night cab flying by. “I do that sometimes,” he confesses. “I like watching you.”
Cal’s fingers tangle in black hair as he closes his eyes. “I like watching you, too.”
-end-
Two,plum_evil made me the most lovely icon. Thank you!
Three, (to the tune of Jingle Bells)
Jingle presents!
Beat the pheasants!
Reindeer tastes like Spam!
Kick the elf,
Engorge yourself,
And ambush Santa’s Van, hey!
Four, I need to wipe stuff off my computer. Besides the emptying of the ‘trash bin’ and doing the internet options history wipe, what else is there? And while I’ve got the attention, where can I get a good *free* anti-virus?
fleurbleue made me the most lovely art for my Warrior Angel verse, which inspired this small thank you.Warrior Angel
Cal drops his towel on the floor in the doorway, an amused smile playing across his lips as he considers the territorial statement that lies before him.
He feels much more tolerant when he’s clean, which is obviously why he decided to use a towel instead of the auto-dry mechanism that generally switches on in the bathing room after a shower.
After all these years, nothing Sean does should surprise him, and inevitably Cal always finds Sean endearing, when he’s not being a pain in the ass.
For as long as Cal has known him Sean has always slept as though he were the only person in the bed: long legs stretched to the far corners of the mattress and arms splayed out as though he were tied to the bed. His head turns from side to side constantly, and he has a tendency to roll over while he’s asleep as though rolling down a hill.
Cal’s never rolled down a hill himself, but when he was small his mother used to read to him children’s stories from her handheld digital library, and he remembers the story about Jack and Jill. His mother showed him an ancient pictograph of a well, and he still marvels that there was a time that people had to go to the water rather than the water coming to them.
Of course, Cal marvels at a lot of things like the vast expanses of skin bared as Sean shifts on the mattress, and the sheet covering his lower body falls away.
There’s the soft curve of Sean’s spine and the rise of his ass, highlighted by the lights filtering through the windows that stretch the along the headboard of the bed. Sean’s shoulders seem to stretch as wide as the length of the pillow, and he makes these snuffling noises that have gradually become imperative to Cal’s ability to sleep.
The floorboards creak as Cal steps closer to the bed and gazes at a few of the small scars and imperfections that he can replicate on paper with the tip of his tongue. There’s a long healed laceration on Sean’s right bicep and the barcode he had placed on his shoulder blade when his parents died.
These are things that Cal loves.
He doesn’t need Sean to be perfect; he wonders where Sean got that idea in the first place.
Sean‘s voice pierces Cal‘s reverie even though he doesn’t open his eyes. “Are you coming to bed, or what?”
“I could get in the bed if somebody actually made room,” Cal mocks, even as Sean rolls over, lifting the flat sheet with his knee.
There’s a snort that could be a laugh, which Cal chooses to ignore as he climbs in beside Sean.
The bed’s computer makes a small whirring noise as it adjusts to the additional weight and body size, and Cal turns over only once as large arms wrap around his torso.
Sean’s hair is soft against his collarbone as he tucks his head under Cal’s chin. “What were you doing?” he asks, insinuating his legs between Cal’s.
“Apart from taking a shower?”
Cal hisses as the sharp nip to his collarbone. “Schiesse,” he curses.
“Smart ass,” Sean warns.
“Watching you sleep.”
Sean’s quiet as their room is momentarily filled with the garish yellow light of a night cab flying by. “I do that sometimes,” he confesses. “I like watching you.”
Cal’s fingers tangle in black hair as he closes his eyes. “I like watching you, too.”
-end-
Two,
plum_evil made me the most lovely icon. Thank you!Three, (to the tune of Jingle Bells)
Jingle presents!
Beat the pheasants!
Reindeer tastes like Spam!
Kick the elf,
Engorge yourself,
And ambush Santa’s Van, hey!
Four, I need to wipe stuff off my computer. Besides the emptying of the ‘trash bin’ and doing the internet options history wipe, what else is there? And while I’ve got the attention, where can I get a good *free* anti-virus?
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Date: 2003-12-21 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-21 08:06 pm (UTC)xoxo,
Vlada
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Date: 2003-12-21 08:59 pm (UTC)Hope that helps. :)
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Date: 2003-12-22 04:49 pm (UTC)Motto of the day, totally.
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Date: 2003-12-21 10:11 pm (UTC)The floorboards creak as Cal steps closer to the bed and gazes at a few of the small scars and imperfections that he can replicate on paper with the tip of his tongue. There’s a long healed laceration on Sean’s right bicep and the barcode he had placed on his shoulder blade when his parents died.
These are things that Cal loves.
He doesn’t need Sean to be perfect; he wonders where Sean got that idea in the first place.
Beautiful. No wonder why Lex and me, we are nostalgic of the Warrior Angel’s “Age d’or”, pre-issue 66. Hector will never replace Cal. Yep.
Thank you again.
anti-virus
Date: 2003-12-21 10:55 pm (UTC)you should run zone alarm and an ad-ware program too.
http://www.zonelabs.com/store/content/home.jsp
http://www.lavasoftusa.com/software/adaware/
all 3 are free.
Run zone alarm in the back ground and ad-ware once every couple of days
mdl
Anti Virus
Date: 2003-12-22 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-22 12:16 am (UTC)