Bandom Double-Drabble: stranger-friends
Mar. 28th, 2010 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat_lairOkay, so remember a long time ago when I promised some drabbles? No? Well, I’m not surprised, it was a really fucking long time ago. However, I do try to deliver even if it is with a ridiculous delay. To compensate, everyone is getting a double drabble. Yay? Anyway, since I finally seem to have time and writing mojo required, I’ll start posting them in the order that they are finished. Hopefully that will be everything by the end of my Easter holidays...
Here’s the first one for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oikkuni. It’s not very, um, nice. (sorry bb, I did warn that I might go in unexpected directions with the drabbles, and your prompt was very suggestive of the darker paths...)
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stranger-friends – Bandom – Gabe/Pete – AU – R – warning: dark-fic, implied violence
Prompt:
Little girls, this seems to say,
Never stop upon your way.
Never trust a stranger-friend;
No one knows how it will end.
As you’re pretty, so be wise;
Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Handsome they may be, and kind,
Gay, or charming never mind!
Now, as then, ‘tis simple truth—
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!
Gabe finds Pete outside a Seven-Eleven, eating a chocolate bar in blood-stained sneakers. Or Pete finds Gabe, or they find each other. Either way, like recognises like, or some such bullshit.
Gabe doesn’t put much credence to empty phrases. He learned young that good things don’t come to those who wait; they come to those who take.
It’s a lesson Pete has learned by heart.
They move around a lot. Pete has an old beat-up van, which makes things easier. They cross state lines and jurisdictions, sometimes several a day. Pete says they are ghosts; gone before anyone thinks to wonder if they existed at all.
Pete tends to say flowery shit like that even when it’s just the two of them. Gabe saves his pretty words to the bars and clubs, for the pretty boys and girls in them.
Cariño, he says. Come out with me, I am lonely. He’s not, that’s not why.
Pete always takes off his clothes. It’s risky, but neither of them cares; an invisible connect-the-dots trail of DNA that no one will ever put together.
Gabe holds the knife, Pete holds everything else. Afterwards, they kiss slowly, mouths slick with the taste of pennies.
Here’s the first one for
oikkuni. It’s not very, um, nice. (sorry bb, I did warn that I might go in unexpected directions with the drabbles, and your prompt was very suggestive of the darker paths...)***
stranger-friends – Bandom – Gabe/Pete – AU – R – warning: dark-fic, implied violence
Prompt:
Little girls, this seems to say,
Never stop upon your way.
Never trust a stranger-friend;
No one knows how it will end.
As you’re pretty, so be wise;
Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Handsome they may be, and kind,
Gay, or charming never mind!
Now, as then, ‘tis simple truth—
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!
Gabe finds Pete outside a Seven-Eleven, eating a chocolate bar in blood-stained sneakers. Or Pete finds Gabe, or they find each other. Either way, like recognises like, or some such bullshit.
Gabe doesn’t put much credence to empty phrases. He learned young that good things don’t come to those who wait; they come to those who take.
It’s a lesson Pete has learned by heart.
They move around a lot. Pete has an old beat-up van, which makes things easier. They cross state lines and jurisdictions, sometimes several a day. Pete says they are ghosts; gone before anyone thinks to wonder if they existed at all.
Pete tends to say flowery shit like that even when it’s just the two of them. Gabe saves his pretty words to the bars and clubs, for the pretty boys and girls in them.
Cariño, he says. Come out with me, I am lonely. He’s not, that’s not why.
Pete always takes off his clothes. It’s risky, but neither of them cares; an invisible connect-the-dots trail of DNA that no one will ever put together.
Gabe holds the knife, Pete holds everything else. Afterwards, they kiss slowly, mouths slick with the taste of pennies.