Once again!
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lucoGuess who was in the hospital last night?
Yup, me.
My roommate came back with a friend and they were both drunk, the friend more then the roommate. They had just stopped to grab something before walking back and so I didn't mind. What happened next was...unexpected.
The drunk friend, was friendly and she was kissing people. So when I came out she ran over and kissed me. I laughed and then that was the last I remember.
The alcohol she had been drinking was Baileys something...and it had Walnut in it. The chocolates they had been snacking on had hazelnuts. It equaled a kiss of death. I was told that my lips and face turned red and then I passed out, but because I was being held by a drunk person, I ended up hitting the floor and the table on the way down.
So I was passed out with a concussion.
The friend freaked out and ran off thinking she had killed me, roommates got epi-pen into me and called hospital and I walk up connected to a whole bunch of machines with a massive headache and sore throat.
Still dopey on benadryl and whatever else they give me, but now that I'm awake I'm not suppose to sleep for so many hours...so expect a lot of computer sketches, since I don't think my hand is quite steady enough for pencil ((though it might be I haven't tried yet >>))
Anyways! Maile, I'm glad BB sold at Darkover because I'll need that and the commission money I've just made to pay for a new epi-pen and ambulance bill *sighs*
Anyone else have anything exciting happen to them recently?
Yup, me.
My roommate came back with a friend and they were both drunk, the friend more then the roommate. They had just stopped to grab something before walking back and so I didn't mind. What happened next was...unexpected.
The drunk friend, was friendly and she was kissing people. So when I came out she ran over and kissed me. I laughed and then that was the last I remember.
The alcohol she had been drinking was Baileys something...and it had Walnut in it. The chocolates they had been snacking on had hazelnuts. It equaled a kiss of death. I was told that my lips and face turned red and then I passed out, but because I was being held by a drunk person, I ended up hitting the floor and the table on the way down.
So I was passed out with a concussion.
The friend freaked out and ran off thinking she had killed me, roommates got epi-pen into me and called hospital and I walk up connected to a whole bunch of machines with a massive headache and sore throat.
Still dopey on benadryl and whatever else they give me, but now that I'm awake I'm not suppose to sleep for so many hours...so expect a lot of computer sketches, since I don't think my hand is quite steady enough for pencil ((though it might be I haven't tried yet >>))
Anyways! Maile, I'm glad BB sold at Darkover because I'll need that and the commission money I've just made to pay for a new epi-pen and ambulance bill *sighs*
Anyone else have anything exciting happen to them recently?
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Date: 2009-11-30 07:06 pm (UTC)DOES NOT APPROVE.
*pets* Are you feeling better? Do you want internet candy? Have any "things Rin can write" requests? Um . . . okay that's really all I've got, what with the computer machines in the way. <<;; *SENDS WELL WISHES? LOTS OF THEM???*
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Date: 2009-11-30 07:36 pm (UTC)But internet candy is safe!! And writing you no I won't say no too and hmmm....
...can I have Mao/Zuko? Please? If you're not too busy with everything else >>
*likes well-wishes* I also saw that Crazuko picture got turned into an icon. I am amused, didn't get a chance to post it to her before hospital ^^
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Date: 2009-11-30 08:10 pm (UTC)Well, that's what I'M for. >:D Also, apparently everyone loves iconning your art. XD
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"Mao," Zuko says, his voice harsh but thin, and Mao ignores him. He knows what he wants. He knows what Zuko wants and won't give them because he's afraid--he wants to please his father, he wants to be the Good Son, the good prince he thinks he never was, and he thinks this could ruin that.
It could, Mao supposes, but he really doesn't care.
He cares about Zuko pinned to the bedroom floor beneath him by the shuriken embedded in the fine clothes he wears beneath his fine armor, he cares about the way Zuko tries to turn away from him, tries to pull away from his hands but doesn't fight him. He cares about the fact that if he wanted to, Zuko could burn him to ash right here and no one would say a damn thing. He is the prince, and Mao is just an occasionally useful minor noble with better-than-average aim and a personality suited to being manipulated the way Azula likes it and a face and body that are suited to Azula's tastes.
He is a violent accessory and that is all he has ever been, except when he is with Zuko who won't say yes but won't say no, either, not even when Mao's hands stroke over the breastplate of his armor and around the sides where it fastens, not even when Mao’s hands dip down towards his belt.
Mao knows about being afraid, and he wants to tell Zuko that, he wants to say you think you’re the only one who’s terrified?, but he can’t show weakness here, he can’t show doubt. Zuko needs to know how right this is, he needs to see it.
Or feel it.
Zuko needs to.
If he doesn’t believe it, then it’s for nothing.
Mao exhales, slow and silent, and opens the other’s belt. Zuko stiffens all the way up his spine, and his eyes are pleading. Not pleading for what Mao wants them to be.
“We can’t,” Zuko says roughly, teeth gritting against the words and head pressing back into the floor. He is beautiful, same as always, and more beautiful for all the ugly things he’s learned and suffered.
“We have to,” Mao murmurs back to him, and Zuko flinches like he’s been struck. Mao slides his belt off and slides his hands up his sides, back to the other’s breastplate to unfasten it. Zuko’s eyes snap shut before Mao even gets it loose and he loses the sight of that pleading look but doesn’t mind. It’s not the look he wants, and even if it were all he really needs is Zuko right here and unable to run, just this once.
That’s all he needs.
Just once.
“Stop,” Zuko begs, but doesn’t pull against the shuriken pinning him down and doesn’t shift away from Mao’s hands pushing his shirt open and doesn’t sound anything like he means it.
At least, not the way he wants to mean it.
“I don’t hate you, Zuko,” Mao tells him--quietly, seriously--and Zuko arcs against the floor as Mao slips a hand inside his unfastened pants and just holds his cock very, very gently.
There is nothing in the world as good as feeling Zuko respond to just that touch.