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crossover_chick) wrote2009-04-17 11:34 pm
crossover_chick) wrote2009-04-17 11:34 pm
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Off To The Races Tomorrow
Otherwise known as it's time for another mall trip. I've been meaning to go for a while now, but the weather hasn't cooperated. This Saturday's supposed to be merely partly cloudy, so hopefully that should do it. It'll feel good to get out of Dodge for a while again.
In other news, I've created Steve and Gary's journal. Everyone, say hello to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thosetwoturrets. You'll probably be seeing them around the Nexus soon, once I think up appropriate questions for them to ask. Now all that remains is the musejournal and a musebox, and then I'm done making LJs, I swear.
*sees muses rolling their eyes* I mean it!
Speaking of RPing, it's been a busy day for Victor and Alice -- Alice comforted Johanna over a problem the other girl had been having, while Victor got to play with a puppy owned by a version of that Other Doc created from the hand. Yes, sometimes I put my muses in NICE situations. Be amazed.
This entry's kind of short. Let's have Victor/Alice fic:
21. Violence – Tweedledum And Tweedledee
There was a “chink” as metal met metal. Victor glared at the knife blade caught between the tines of his fork. That had been close – too close. He pulled away, swiping with his utensil in an effort to knock the blade from Alice’s hand. Alice easily evaded his swing and came at him again, eyes narrowed in determination.
Victor sought cover around the table, wondering again how on earth they’d even gotten into this situation. How on earth did a simple argument over fish or mutton for dinner morph into this? Sure, things had gotten a bit heated – what with Alice calling his dislike for fish “silly” and him accusing her of deliberately picking cuts of meat that talked so he wouldn’t eat them – but he certainly hadn’t expected Alice to suddenly pull out her Vorpal Blade and threaten to cut off and fry up his tie. He’d demanded a chance to defend himself, she’d pointed out the cutlery drawer was right behind him, and he’d yanked it open and pulled out –
A toasting fork, he thought, looking at his “weapon” in annoyance. There’s a set of perfectly good knives in that drawer, but I grab the toasting fork. Typical, really.
He had to say, though, he’d been doing surprisingly well with it. He’d managed to parry a good number of Alice’s strokes. Even come close to disarming her once. He knew she was “pulling her punches,” so to speak – he had no doubt she would never actually hurt him – but he was still rather proud of himself. And honestly, sparring with her was turning out to be – kind of fun. At least, he found it preferable to yelling and ignoring each other half the night.
They circled the table for a moment. Then Alice made a mad dash around, knife at the ready and free hand going for his tie. Victor caught her hand in his and blocked her blade again with his fork. Alice frowned at him briefly, while Victor grinned smugly back.
Then, slowly, he started to notice how flushed her cheeks were from their little chase. . .and how sweaty she was, hair sticking to her forehead in clumps. . .and how bright her eyes were shining. It was – oddly sensual. Victor was certain he looked a bit of a mess too. But he doubt he wore the look as well as she did, even if her expression was changing from frustration to something more – lustful. For a moment, they just stood there, staring at each other in stalemate.
Then knife and fork clattered to the ground, and they were in each other’s arms, kissing each other harder than they’d ever dared before. Alice’s lips were hot against his, salty and moist and oh so good. . . . And the way she was sucking at his mouth. . . .
They ended up skipping dinner entirely.
This fic basically comes from the fact that Victor will NEVER live down having to fight Barkis armed with a fork. Ever. You could say it's actually in favor of the ship, honestly -- Alice is known for her knife, Victor is known for his fork. It's only natural that they'd end up sparring with them. The basic premise is, in TV Tropes terms, Destructo Nookie, only on a lighter, more Slap Slap Kiss-like scale. I just thought it would be fun to show them having a bit of scrap that slowly turns -- well --
-TTV: *facepalm* He's going to complain about this.-
Oh, I have much worse in this challenge, believe me.
-TTV: WHAT?-
-DW: You don't want to know. Trust me.-
Oh, and yes, the title naturally comes from the famous rhyme.
And now, bed.
In other news, I've created Steve and Gary's journal. Everyone, say hello to
thosetwoturrets. You'll probably be seeing them around the Nexus soon, once I think up appropriate questions for them to ask. Now all that remains is the musejournal and a musebox, and then I'm done making LJs, I swear.*sees muses rolling their eyes* I mean it!
Speaking of RPing, it's been a busy day for Victor and Alice -- Alice comforted Johanna over a problem the other girl had been having, while Victor got to play with a puppy owned by a version of that Other Doc created from the hand. Yes, sometimes I put my muses in NICE situations. Be amazed.
This entry's kind of short. Let's have Victor/Alice fic:
21. Violence – Tweedledum And Tweedledee
There was a “chink” as metal met metal. Victor glared at the knife blade caught between the tines of his fork. That had been close – too close. He pulled away, swiping with his utensil in an effort to knock the blade from Alice’s hand. Alice easily evaded his swing and came at him again, eyes narrowed in determination.
Victor sought cover around the table, wondering again how on earth they’d even gotten into this situation. How on earth did a simple argument over fish or mutton for dinner morph into this? Sure, things had gotten a bit heated – what with Alice calling his dislike for fish “silly” and him accusing her of deliberately picking cuts of meat that talked so he wouldn’t eat them – but he certainly hadn’t expected Alice to suddenly pull out her Vorpal Blade and threaten to cut off and fry up his tie. He’d demanded a chance to defend himself, she’d pointed out the cutlery drawer was right behind him, and he’d yanked it open and pulled out –
A toasting fork, he thought, looking at his “weapon” in annoyance. There’s a set of perfectly good knives in that drawer, but I grab the toasting fork. Typical, really.
He had to say, though, he’d been doing surprisingly well with it. He’d managed to parry a good number of Alice’s strokes. Even come close to disarming her once. He knew she was “pulling her punches,” so to speak – he had no doubt she would never actually hurt him – but he was still rather proud of himself. And honestly, sparring with her was turning out to be – kind of fun. At least, he found it preferable to yelling and ignoring each other half the night.
They circled the table for a moment. Then Alice made a mad dash around, knife at the ready and free hand going for his tie. Victor caught her hand in his and blocked her blade again with his fork. Alice frowned at him briefly, while Victor grinned smugly back.
Then, slowly, he started to notice how flushed her cheeks were from their little chase. . .and how sweaty she was, hair sticking to her forehead in clumps. . .and how bright her eyes were shining. It was – oddly sensual. Victor was certain he looked a bit of a mess too. But he doubt he wore the look as well as she did, even if her expression was changing from frustration to something more – lustful. For a moment, they just stood there, staring at each other in stalemate.
Then knife and fork clattered to the ground, and they were in each other’s arms, kissing each other harder than they’d ever dared before. Alice’s lips were hot against his, salty and moist and oh so good. . . . And the way she was sucking at his mouth. . . .
They ended up skipping dinner entirely.
This fic basically comes from the fact that Victor will NEVER live down having to fight Barkis armed with a fork. Ever. You could say it's actually in favor of the ship, honestly -- Alice is known for her knife, Victor is known for his fork. It's only natural that they'd end up sparring with them. The basic premise is, in TV Tropes terms, Destructo Nookie, only on a lighter, more Slap Slap Kiss-like scale. I just thought it would be fun to show them having a bit of scrap that slowly turns -- well --
-TTV: *facepalm* He's going to complain about this.-
Oh, I have much worse in this challenge, believe me.
-TTV: WHAT?-
-DW: You don't want to know. Trust me.-
Oh, and yes, the title naturally comes from the famous rhyme.
And now, bed.