I give up.

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I am having a really shitty time of it right now, because whomever said wild women don't get the blues was a liar, and I would love to see lots of things that make you guys happy: happy stories, happy songs, happy pictures, fuck it, it could just be a smiley face. Mostly I just need happy things. Please?

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You love me. Rentboy!Lee and HELO? Where is this? *waits* *waits more*

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Lee/Helo's almost done. The Rentboy! isn't close, but here's a bit of it for fun!:

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He moves through the building like he owns it, too smart to let the other denizens see that he’s scared. It doesn’t take a lot to see that he doesn’t belong here, but that’s half the appeal. The corridors are gray and he avoids the gaps in the stairs and watches Cassiopeia’s hips sway to tempt the Gods. It’s dirty and it smells and he can see the burned out bodies of offered up in sacrifice, one hit of the drug at a time.

He’s too smart for this, but he doesn’t care because this is just something else that isn’t the Gods-damned look of disappointment in his father’s eyes. Cassiopeia stops and turns, her smoky eyes like an invitation. She’s higher than he is right now, but she belongs here.

“Wait here.”

He shifts his grip on his duffel and watches as she disappears through a black door, low heat blasting against his face as she shuts it behind her. He closes his eyes and revels in the sensation, his body alive with the residual of the drug, processing everything into pleasure. Right now, pleasure’s all there is, and all Lee wants is more.

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Lee’s eyes are hooded, watching the man circling him as best he can in the slow circuit he makes. Lee knows how he looks – his clothes are too small, still from last summer and tight on his skin – sated and still hungry, lips parted, cock hard. The drug still shimmers in his system and the finger the man trails across Lee’s chest forces a low moan from Lee’s lips.

“You want to come live with me? Leave that cozy life behind?”

“Not a life. It’s an order. Nothing there for me.” He doesn’t think about Zak. He’ll be better off without Lee there, frakking things up. He licks his lips and watches the man for another tick, his mouth sliding into a smile as the man’s finger trails down Lee’s stomach to his jeans. “Well?”

“Cassie tells me you’ve got a nice body, Lee. You know what to do with it? Make people feel good without the drug? Without Eurydice in your blood?”

“As good as you need me to be.”

He chuckles low and deep, his voice melting against Lee’s skin. “My boys and girls are the best there is, Lee. I need you to be very, very good.”

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The drug still shimmers in his system and the finger the man trails across Lee’s chest forces a low moan from Lee’s lips.

Okay, shimmering in his system I swear that should totally not work -- and yet, it SO does. Boy does it work. *fans self*

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

All the drugs I make up in the BSG-verse shimmer. Apparently this is something I think drugs should do.

<-- likes her potentially lethal substances to be *pretty*

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<-- likes her potentially lethal substances to be *pretty*

That's a-okay by me. Do they make your eyes glow and your ears itch too? I think it should be a transcendent experience all around. Maybe a little levitation too ;)