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brainofckTitle/Chapter: Laurel
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muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: SB/VM (other pairings in later chapters)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Viggo is somewhere else, where everyone and no one is the same
Content/warnings: AU. Violence.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's ownporno script, populated by the individuals she feels would be ideal to fill the various roles if she ruled the universe if she were ever fortunate enough have the opportunity to bring her vision to the screen. *snortle*
Archive rights: www.rugbytackling.com, Green Opals, if they're interested, and my journalsmuck_a_luck and brainofck
Further Disclaimer: Any resemblance to Ancient Rome mostly incidental. I have never seen any gladiator flick. Ever. Honest. Not even stinky Gladiator that stole FOTR's Oscar. *glares*
Blame:uisgich, for encouraging me
Arena
Water and Oil
Flesh and Iron
Night Terrors
First
Opening
Closing
Last
The Mysteries of the Next Life, Part I
The Mysteries of the Next Life, Part II
Initiate
Blood Wash
Sword Practice, Part I
Sword Practice, Part II
Water and Oil, Reprise
As they made their way back to his room, the day finally caught up with Sean. He was suddenly so exhausted he was stumbling on the stairs.
"Are you alright?" Viggo asked, catching him by the arm.
"I'm fine. Just tired. Imagine if I rousted you out of bed to practice at midnight?" He said, with a chuckle.
"Well, maybe I should put you to bed and feed you," Viggo suggested, and to Sean it sounded like only half a tease. He pushed open the door to his room and went in, catching his friend by the wrist and giving a pull and twist that sent Viggo tripping across the room to land with a solid thump on the bed. Sean was about to follow him when he saw her.
His mistress. Sitting at his table, which was spread with the best food the house had to offer its most honored guests.
"Lady," he said, bowing slightly.
She beamed at both of them. "I'm sorry to interrupt your day," she said to Viggo. "But I was hoping you would let me eat with you and talk a few minutes. I promise I won't take much of your time."
Sean looked at Viggo, who was picking himself up from the bed. Sean hoped that his friend would say no, and send her away. But instead, Viggo just nodded and came back across the room to bow to her. Sean was sure Viggo was blushing, and that in itself made up for the interruption. At least in part.
"We would be honored, Lady," Viggo said, bowing deeply to her, and taking a seat at the table. Resigned, Sean sat down opposite him and began picking at the foods offered.
"I want to come back to the question of how to make you happier here," she said to him without preamble. Sean raised his eyes from the food and looked at her coldly, but made no comment. She sighed in exasperation.
"My Master-At-Arms watched the two of you today and was very impressed. He tells me I am wasting your abilities and has suggested that you should train my household guard."
Sean said nothing. He didn't even look at her. The food was sticking in his throat. He was tired and Viggo was here and this woman was prattling on about something that in the end Sean knew she wouldn't really let him have, even if he accepted her offer.
Laurel had enough experience dealing with stubborn men to know she needed to change her tack. She turned her best sincere eyes on Viggo. "I could see how happy he was out there this morning, Viggo. He should have a sword in his hand and a challenge to fight. He could have that everyday."
Sean laughed, and leaned back in his chair. There were tears pricking at his eyes. He hoped neither of them could see it.
"He would have a mutiny on his hands, Lady," Sean sneered, "Half his men would be terrified to fight me, even with a dull practice blade. You know how many of them have stripped and bound and raped me in the past year. Nearly every one of them has insulted me in some way, and there are easily a dozen of them who would rightly fear for their lives if I got near them with my arms free."
"And that's not to mention that no free warrior would stoop to enter any field of battle, even a pratice ring, to fight a pleasure slave," he laughed again, and touched the band on his right arm with his cuffed left hand. "You put the bands on me, Lady. I'm no longer worthy to hold a blade. Viggo here can be forgiven for fighting me. We are old friends and were sword brothers in our time together. He can be sentimental and spend a day crossing blades with a whore. But none of your guards will consider it."
Laurel made a dismissive noise and leaned forward towards him.
"I told you it was the Master's idea, not mine. He is the one who thinks this is a good idea. He says he would dismiss his men and bring on new ones, if you would agree to instruct. I'm sure you could help select the replacements, and there are plenty of men in this city who would give much to learn from you, whore or not."
Sean just gave her a cold, level look, then turned back to his meal.
She turned to Viggo. "Make him listen to me," she said, clearly annoyed. "He won't let me do anything for him. If you love him, you'll convince him to do this."
Viggo was watching Sean across the table. Viggo wasn't certain that Laruel would recognize it, but Sean wore a closed, angry look that Viggo had learned to read on him, even back in Wellington. Maybe she did know. Maybe that was why she was here, having the conversation with both of them, rather than waiting to talk to her slave privately when the partron was gone.
Viggo sat thoughtfully a long time. Sean continued to eat, and Laurel sat watching them both.
Finally Viggo knew what he wanted to say.
"Lady, you say you want Sean to be happy here. I'm sure that is true. I've been a slave in Sennet's house for years now, and I know what it is like to have a good master. And I saw what happened to Sean in Rodin's house, and I have a good idea what it is like to have a cruel one."
"But even Sennet, who is considered to be lenient with his slaves almost to a fault, betrayed us. Sean earned money for him in the arena for years before our last fight. The tradition of the arena slaves said that if Sean stopped fighting in the arena, he should be given his freedom and his fortune and allowed to go on his way. But Sennet sold him to Rodin instead. And Rodin rewarded Sean for loyalty by making a warrior into a bedwarmer."
Viggo looked back and forth from Sean to Laurel. Sean might as well have been alone in the room, for all the attention he was giving to the conversation or his two guests. An actor even in this reality, Viggo thought, not for the first time. But Laurel was giving him her full attention. He shrugged and leaned back in his chair.
"If you really want to help him, you'll free him. Today. Now. He doesn't belong here. We both know that in the past two years you've already made a fortune with him. He only came to your house after he should have been freed by two men who consider themselves fair and honorable, but who clearly care about nothing but their own greed and purposes. You should do the honorable thing and give Sean the freedom that he has clearly earned and which should have been his by right."
Laurel didn't reply immediately. She seemed lost in thought. Suddenly she shook her head, and smiled her broadest smile.
"I'm sorry, I've intruded on your day too long already." She stood gracefully, and waved them to keep their seats.
"Think about it," she said, though it wasn't clear whom she was addressing. Then she left the room.
Sean grinned at Viggo across the table.
"So where were we?" he asked, trying to push aside his anger at her and this place and his fate and focus on Viggo again. He suddenly felt that precious minutes were slipping away. He had a sort of desperation now, to touch Viggo again. He reached out with his left foot under the table and hooked it around Viggo's calf. The press of the cuff on his ankle was strangely erotic between them.
Viggo nearly flinched from the contact. He pushed his chair back a little too quickly and stood, nervousness and distress clear now in the way he ran both hands through his hair and woudln't quite meet Sean's eyes. Sean felt a cold twist in his gut, watching the tension in Viggo's familiar lanky frame.
"I think I was going to put you to bed and feed you," Viggo began with a thin smile, "But you've already eaten. So maybe we should just put you to bed. I can rub your feet til you fall asleep."
Sean really was feeling desparate now. He was on his feet and around the the table, and with a push that had momentum to carry them both to the bed, he suddenly had a startled and winded Viggo pinned under him. The eyes that finally met his were worried. Sean cursed under his breath, then kissed him. Deep and hot, trying to take away Viggo's ability to think clearly; to erase Laurel's visit from their day; seeking the honey-sweet lust that Viggo had accidentally shown him in the bath. Sean knew exactly how well Viggo could control his desire. He had watched Viggo do it for years, after all. If Laurel had driven him back into hiding, Sean wasn't sure he could draw him out again.
"No," he growled, "I believe I had just decided to give you something to remember the next time you take yourself in hand." He smiled sweetly down a Viggo, who was flushed and still trying to catch his breath.
"Sean," Viggo sounded uncertain, "This isn't why I came here. It isn't. You know that. And I don't want to be one of the people... I don't want to... I'm not sure I can..."
Viggo didn't know what to say. That in itself made Sean curse again. Viggo shut his eyes, and Sean saw tears escape, one from under each eyelid. He leaned down and licked them away. Viggo sighed a long shuddering breath into his neck.
"Can't we just lie down and sleep the way we used to do?" Viggo whispered the request against Sean's skin.
Sean rolled away a little and they crawled up the huge bed to the pillows. The room and day were warm enough, but Viggo sat up, tugging and squirming to free the light top coverlet to lay over them. Sean caught him by the waist, getting a startled look. Sean slipped his finger under the drawstring of Viggo's linen pants. Sean ignored the worried look that earned him, and slid the simple garment down over Viggo's hips and off. Viggo didn't stop him. Viggo finally pulled the coverlet over himself and settled back down into the softness of the pillows and the bed. Viggo watched Sean almost warily, then stopped watching as Sean discarded his own trousers, then crawled back up into the bed. He lay down face to face with Viggo, very close to him, but not touching him.
"I can guarantee that anything you want from me has never been done in this room before." Sean said, with a little smile. He reached out to touch Viggo's strong jaw with light, gentle fingers. He traced up over his cheekbone and back around the curve of his ear, pushing away a stray strand of greying blond hair.
It was odd, Sean thought absently, how Viggo always stayed the same. Sean wondered how much older than himself Viggo was, and why over the last few years, it seemed he hadn't aged any more. Not one more tiny wrinkle. Not one more silver hair. Just the same.
Sean let his fingers wander, back through his friend's hair, still slightly silky-damp from being washed. He met Viggo's eyes again.
"What if I promise you that I won't let anything happen that I don't want? If I promise you that, can you promise me that you won't deny us things we both want?"
His fingers continued to play through Viggo's hair, and Viggo's eyelids drifted shut. Sean thought not so much because of the soothing touch as because Viggo couldn't make himself look anymore. So Sean closed the distance between them, pressing his lips gently to Viggo's, not testing or pushing, just waiting to see what Viggo would do. He let his fingers trail down the nape of Viggo's neck and over his shoulder, down over a muscled bicep all the way to his wrist. Viggo trembled slightly, under the delicate caress. Sean took his wrist gently and drew Viggo's hand up to rest on Sean's own jaw. With a long sigh, Viggo gave in, letting his fingers slip back through Sean's hair, responding to Sean's soft kiss hesitantly.
Sean indulged, then. What he had told Viggo in the bath was true. It had been a very long time since Sean had touched anyone at all, much less like this. He let his fingers play over planes and hollows, soft and hard places, until Viggo gave a little squeak and jumped. Sean grinned and pounced, getting a yell of protest and he shoved Viggo over to pin him and tickle him. Viggo cursed and gasped and laughed and fought, and they nearly wrestled themselves off the large bed.
The ended up face to face, breathless and still laughing, with Viggo on top. Sean's half-hearted attempts at escape brought them hard against each other and suddenly Viggo wasn't laughing anymore. He said something under his breath that Sean couldn't understand and pushed off and away.
Sean followed him over, and Viggo was pinned under him again.
"Sean," he protested, turning his face away, and starting to push Sean off. Sean held tight. Denied lips, he buried his face in the crook of Viggo's neck, licking and kissing.
"Only what we both want," he murmured, warm and damp against Viggo's throat, "but not less. Please."
Chapter 17: Dreaming
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: SB/VM (other pairings in later chapters)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Viggo is somewhere else, where everyone and no one is the same
Content/warnings: AU. Violence.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's own
Archive rights: www.rugbytackling.com, Green Opals, if they're interested, and my journals
muck_a_luck and brainofckFurther Disclaimer: Any resemblance to Ancient Rome mostly incidental. I have never seen any gladiator flick. Ever. Honest. Not even stinky Gladiator that stole FOTR's Oscar. *glares*
Blame:
uisgich, for encouraging meArena
Water and Oil
Flesh and Iron
Night Terrors
First
Opening
Closing
Last
The Mysteries of the Next Life, Part I
The Mysteries of the Next Life, Part II
Initiate
Blood Wash
Sword Practice, Part I
Sword Practice, Part II
Water and Oil, Reprise
As they made their way back to his room, the day finally caught up with Sean. He was suddenly so exhausted he was stumbling on the stairs.
"Are you alright?" Viggo asked, catching him by the arm.
"I'm fine. Just tired. Imagine if I rousted you out of bed to practice at midnight?" He said, with a chuckle.
"Well, maybe I should put you to bed and feed you," Viggo suggested, and to Sean it sounded like only half a tease. He pushed open the door to his room and went in, catching his friend by the wrist and giving a pull and twist that sent Viggo tripping across the room to land with a solid thump on the bed. Sean was about to follow him when he saw her.
His mistress. Sitting at his table, which was spread with the best food the house had to offer its most honored guests.
"Lady," he said, bowing slightly.
She beamed at both of them. "I'm sorry to interrupt your day," she said to Viggo. "But I was hoping you would let me eat with you and talk a few minutes. I promise I won't take much of your time."
Sean looked at Viggo, who was picking himself up from the bed. Sean hoped that his friend would say no, and send her away. But instead, Viggo just nodded and came back across the room to bow to her. Sean was sure Viggo was blushing, and that in itself made up for the interruption. At least in part.
"We would be honored, Lady," Viggo said, bowing deeply to her, and taking a seat at the table. Resigned, Sean sat down opposite him and began picking at the foods offered.
"I want to come back to the question of how to make you happier here," she said to him without preamble. Sean raised his eyes from the food and looked at her coldly, but made no comment. She sighed in exasperation.
"My Master-At-Arms watched the two of you today and was very impressed. He tells me I am wasting your abilities and has suggested that you should train my household guard."
Sean said nothing. He didn't even look at her. The food was sticking in his throat. He was tired and Viggo was here and this woman was prattling on about something that in the end Sean knew she wouldn't really let him have, even if he accepted her offer.
Laurel had enough experience dealing with stubborn men to know she needed to change her tack. She turned her best sincere eyes on Viggo. "I could see how happy he was out there this morning, Viggo. He should have a sword in his hand and a challenge to fight. He could have that everyday."
Sean laughed, and leaned back in his chair. There were tears pricking at his eyes. He hoped neither of them could see it.
"He would have a mutiny on his hands, Lady," Sean sneered, "Half his men would be terrified to fight me, even with a dull practice blade. You know how many of them have stripped and bound and raped me in the past year. Nearly every one of them has insulted me in some way, and there are easily a dozen of them who would rightly fear for their lives if I got near them with my arms free."
"And that's not to mention that no free warrior would stoop to enter any field of battle, even a pratice ring, to fight a pleasure slave," he laughed again, and touched the band on his right arm with his cuffed left hand. "You put the bands on me, Lady. I'm no longer worthy to hold a blade. Viggo here can be forgiven for fighting me. We are old friends and were sword brothers in our time together. He can be sentimental and spend a day crossing blades with a whore. But none of your guards will consider it."
Laurel made a dismissive noise and leaned forward towards him.
"I told you it was the Master's idea, not mine. He is the one who thinks this is a good idea. He says he would dismiss his men and bring on new ones, if you would agree to instruct. I'm sure you could help select the replacements, and there are plenty of men in this city who would give much to learn from you, whore or not."
Sean just gave her a cold, level look, then turned back to his meal.
She turned to Viggo. "Make him listen to me," she said, clearly annoyed. "He won't let me do anything for him. If you love him, you'll convince him to do this."
Viggo was watching Sean across the table. Viggo wasn't certain that Laruel would recognize it, but Sean wore a closed, angry look that Viggo had learned to read on him, even back in Wellington. Maybe she did know. Maybe that was why she was here, having the conversation with both of them, rather than waiting to talk to her slave privately when the partron was gone.
Viggo sat thoughtfully a long time. Sean continued to eat, and Laurel sat watching them both.
Finally Viggo knew what he wanted to say.
"Lady, you say you want Sean to be happy here. I'm sure that is true. I've been a slave in Sennet's house for years now, and I know what it is like to have a good master. And I saw what happened to Sean in Rodin's house, and I have a good idea what it is like to have a cruel one."
"But even Sennet, who is considered to be lenient with his slaves almost to a fault, betrayed us. Sean earned money for him in the arena for years before our last fight. The tradition of the arena slaves said that if Sean stopped fighting in the arena, he should be given his freedom and his fortune and allowed to go on his way. But Sennet sold him to Rodin instead. And Rodin rewarded Sean for loyalty by making a warrior into a bedwarmer."
Viggo looked back and forth from Sean to Laurel. Sean might as well have been alone in the room, for all the attention he was giving to the conversation or his two guests. An actor even in this reality, Viggo thought, not for the first time. But Laurel was giving him her full attention. He shrugged and leaned back in his chair.
"If you really want to help him, you'll free him. Today. Now. He doesn't belong here. We both know that in the past two years you've already made a fortune with him. He only came to your house after he should have been freed by two men who consider themselves fair and honorable, but who clearly care about nothing but their own greed and purposes. You should do the honorable thing and give Sean the freedom that he has clearly earned and which should have been his by right."
Laurel didn't reply immediately. She seemed lost in thought. Suddenly she shook her head, and smiled her broadest smile.
"I'm sorry, I've intruded on your day too long already." She stood gracefully, and waved them to keep their seats.
"Think about it," she said, though it wasn't clear whom she was addressing. Then she left the room.
Sean grinned at Viggo across the table.
"So where were we?" he asked, trying to push aside his anger at her and this place and his fate and focus on Viggo again. He suddenly felt that precious minutes were slipping away. He had a sort of desperation now, to touch Viggo again. He reached out with his left foot under the table and hooked it around Viggo's calf. The press of the cuff on his ankle was strangely erotic between them.
Viggo nearly flinched from the contact. He pushed his chair back a little too quickly and stood, nervousness and distress clear now in the way he ran both hands through his hair and woudln't quite meet Sean's eyes. Sean felt a cold twist in his gut, watching the tension in Viggo's familiar lanky frame.
"I think I was going to put you to bed and feed you," Viggo began with a thin smile, "But you've already eaten. So maybe we should just put you to bed. I can rub your feet til you fall asleep."
Sean really was feeling desparate now. He was on his feet and around the the table, and with a push that had momentum to carry them both to the bed, he suddenly had a startled and winded Viggo pinned under him. The eyes that finally met his were worried. Sean cursed under his breath, then kissed him. Deep and hot, trying to take away Viggo's ability to think clearly; to erase Laurel's visit from their day; seeking the honey-sweet lust that Viggo had accidentally shown him in the bath. Sean knew exactly how well Viggo could control his desire. He had watched Viggo do it for years, after all. If Laurel had driven him back into hiding, Sean wasn't sure he could draw him out again.
"No," he growled, "I believe I had just decided to give you something to remember the next time you take yourself in hand." He smiled sweetly down a Viggo, who was flushed and still trying to catch his breath.
"Sean," Viggo sounded uncertain, "This isn't why I came here. It isn't. You know that. And I don't want to be one of the people... I don't want to... I'm not sure I can..."
Viggo didn't know what to say. That in itself made Sean curse again. Viggo shut his eyes, and Sean saw tears escape, one from under each eyelid. He leaned down and licked them away. Viggo sighed a long shuddering breath into his neck.
"Can't we just lie down and sleep the way we used to do?" Viggo whispered the request against Sean's skin.
Sean rolled away a little and they crawled up the huge bed to the pillows. The room and day were warm enough, but Viggo sat up, tugging and squirming to free the light top coverlet to lay over them. Sean caught him by the waist, getting a startled look. Sean slipped his finger under the drawstring of Viggo's linen pants. Sean ignored the worried look that earned him, and slid the simple garment down over Viggo's hips and off. Viggo didn't stop him. Viggo finally pulled the coverlet over himself and settled back down into the softness of the pillows and the bed. Viggo watched Sean almost warily, then stopped watching as Sean discarded his own trousers, then crawled back up into the bed. He lay down face to face with Viggo, very close to him, but not touching him.
"I can guarantee that anything you want from me has never been done in this room before." Sean said, with a little smile. He reached out to touch Viggo's strong jaw with light, gentle fingers. He traced up over his cheekbone and back around the curve of his ear, pushing away a stray strand of greying blond hair.
It was odd, Sean thought absently, how Viggo always stayed the same. Sean wondered how much older than himself Viggo was, and why over the last few years, it seemed he hadn't aged any more. Not one more tiny wrinkle. Not one more silver hair. Just the same.
Sean let his fingers wander, back through his friend's hair, still slightly silky-damp from being washed. He met Viggo's eyes again.
"What if I promise you that I won't let anything happen that I don't want? If I promise you that, can you promise me that you won't deny us things we both want?"
His fingers continued to play through Viggo's hair, and Viggo's eyelids drifted shut. Sean thought not so much because of the soothing touch as because Viggo couldn't make himself look anymore. So Sean closed the distance between them, pressing his lips gently to Viggo's, not testing or pushing, just waiting to see what Viggo would do. He let his fingers trail down the nape of Viggo's neck and over his shoulder, down over a muscled bicep all the way to his wrist. Viggo trembled slightly, under the delicate caress. Sean took his wrist gently and drew Viggo's hand up to rest on Sean's own jaw. With a long sigh, Viggo gave in, letting his fingers slip back through Sean's hair, responding to Sean's soft kiss hesitantly.
Sean indulged, then. What he had told Viggo in the bath was true. It had been a very long time since Sean had touched anyone at all, much less like this. He let his fingers play over planes and hollows, soft and hard places, until Viggo gave a little squeak and jumped. Sean grinned and pounced, getting a yell of protest and he shoved Viggo over to pin him and tickle him. Viggo cursed and gasped and laughed and fought, and they nearly wrestled themselves off the large bed.
The ended up face to face, breathless and still laughing, with Viggo on top. Sean's half-hearted attempts at escape brought them hard against each other and suddenly Viggo wasn't laughing anymore. He said something under his breath that Sean couldn't understand and pushed off and away.
Sean followed him over, and Viggo was pinned under him again.
"Sean," he protested, turning his face away, and starting to push Sean off. Sean held tight. Denied lips, he buried his face in the crook of Viggo's neck, licking and kissing.
"Only what we both want," he murmured, warm and damp against Viggo's throat, "but not less. Please."
Chapter 17: Dreaming
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I have no idea why you are so worried about this
Date: 2005-03-25 05:41 pm (UTC)Re: I have no idea why you are so worried about this
Date: 2005-03-26 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-26 01:51 pm (UTC)I am intrigued by Laurel.
Hmmmmm
Date: 2005-03-26 01:59 pm (UTC)Re: Hmmmmm
Date: 2005-03-27 03:33 am (UTC)Now, I can't wait to see if I'm right.
hmmmmmmm...
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Date: 2005-03-26 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 12:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-26 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-26 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 12:11 am (UTC)Working! :) So glad you like it!
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Date: 2005-03-26 11:28 pm (UTC)*curses both you and reality*
Another chapter that left me wanting more!!!
*peers at you*
Date: 2005-03-27 12:06 am (UTC)Have you read Another Chance? (http://www.dombillijah.com/users/ladysunrope/) Click the link and scroll down. Ancient Rome, for you! :) (I was too scared to read the later chapters... *meep*)
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Date: 2005-03-28 09:29 am (UTC)Set him free! Come on! They cannot ALL be heartless, honourless, greedy bastards. Set Sean free! *starts a protest march here*
(Great work! As always! *hugs and kisses*)
[But if you let Sean even TRY to force Viggo I will kill you. Very, very painfully! After what he has been through he would never do that.]
Ack, no!
Date: 2005-03-28 11:58 am (UTC)There will be no non-con/rape between our boys. Not in this story, anyway! Please don't let that worry you in the slightest.
Re: Ack, no!
Date: 2005-03-28 01:07 pm (UTC)Go ahead... *he,he*
There will be no non-con/rape between our boys.
Good!
Not in this story, anyway!
You have written fics where that happens? Who rapes who then?
Please don't let that worry you in the slightest.
Good. Thank you! *blows kisses*
Re: Ack, no!
Date: 2005-03-28 01:11 pm (UTC)Encounters with the Dark Muse (http://www.livejournal.com/users/brainofck/4409.html)
And it's more complicated than rape. Cause, you know, erotic fantasy, and I like my angst light with a happy ending...
Re: Ack, no!
Date: 2005-03-28 01:30 pm (UTC)Anyway, great writing on that story as well.
Re: Ack, no!
Date: 2005-03-28 01:15 pm (UTC)Re: Ack, no!
Date: 2005-03-28 01:31 pm (UTC)Btw, how and why do you lock your fics on lj?
Re: Ack, no!
Date: 2005-03-28 02:35 pm (UTC)However, that doesn't work great for publishing. I was putting my stuff on Rugbytackle. But when I started Arena, I wanted a public venue all my own, so I started this jounal to accomodate that need.
Within this journal, I locked the birthday fic to Friends only. Otherwise, anything locked in this journal is locked because it is not yet fit for public consumption. Which is hardly anything anymore, now that I've opened all the Arena chapters. I do have private and limited access posts in here, mainly planning and brainstorming stuff that would include massive spoilers.
Is that the question you were asking?
Re: Ack, no!
Date: 2005-03-28 03:38 pm (UTC)I'm sad you cannot share slash with your mom or at least have her tolerate it (overlook it) now that she reads your private journal.
Thanks again. *hugs and kisses*
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Date: 2005-03-30 03:36 pm (UTC)Hey!
Date: 2005-03-30 03:38 pm (UTC)You're very welcome and thank you so much. :)
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Date: 2005-07-15 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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