YAY YAY. I like the first one best, I think.It really captures Moritz's sense of being lost.
ALSO, I WROTE TWO AND GOT TOO SLEEPY, so I will post them on my own LJ when they're done HOWEVER:
Pushing Daisies (Ned/Chuck)
“We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed” - Los Campesinos!
And you feel terrified at the thought of being left behind Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying Oh, we kid ourselves, there's future in the fucking But there is no fucking future
“If you kissed me I’d die the happiest girl on Earth.”
Ned groaned. “And you’d leave me to grow old alone, an embittered old man. You would be the one that got away, and I’d live to tell stories of our doomed youthful passion to my twenty-seven cats.”
Chuck smiled. “And if you die first?”
“I’d like to go quickly, no muss, no fuss. Heart failure. It seems appropriate for a life without you.”
“Maybe that’s best. I’d be with you the whole time, and I’d kiss your lips and my heart would stop beating, right there, next to yours.”
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bare (Jason/Peter)
"Body Parts" - J,LC
What makes you hot? Something that you want but you haven't got Isn't that the way, just a game to play all the day Well, I say you can bring the ice Sweating will suffice Your body parts are nice
The best nights are when Jason comes home from practice, exhausted and sweaty, when he’s too tired to even mumble hello to Peter before he passes out on his bed. On those nights, Peter can look his fill, imagine slipping his fingers under Jason’s shirt and feeling the warm muscles flex and contract, running his lips hungrily over Jason’s neck, their bodies pressing hard into one another, and God, the slide of skin on skin. But most of all, it’s the thought of undressing Jason that thrills Peter, of peeling away layers and stripping Jason of all his goddamn restraint.
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Date: 2008-12-27 11:42 am (UTC)ALSO, I WROTE TWO AND GOT TOO SLEEPY, so I will post them on my own LJ when they're done HOWEVER:
Pushing Daisies (Ned/Chuck)
“We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed” - Los Campesinos!
And you feel terrified at the thought of being left behind
Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
Oh, we kid ourselves, there's future in the fucking
But there is no fucking future
“If you kissed me I’d die the happiest girl on Earth.”
Ned groaned. “And you’d leave me to grow old alone, an embittered old man. You would be the one that got away, and I’d live to tell stories of our doomed youthful passion to my twenty-seven cats.”
Chuck smiled. “And if you die first?”
“I’d like to go quickly, no muss, no fuss. Heart failure. It seems appropriate for a life without you.”
“Maybe that’s best. I’d be with you the whole time, and I’d kiss your lips and my heart would stop beating, right there, next to yours.”
---
bare (Jason/Peter)
"Body Parts" - J,LC
What makes you hot?
Something that you want but you haven't got
Isn't that the way, just a game to play all the day
Well, I say you can bring the ice
Sweating will suffice
Your body parts are nice
The best nights are when Jason comes home from practice, exhausted and sweaty, when he’s too tired to even mumble hello to Peter before he passes out on his bed. On those nights, Peter can look his fill, imagine slipping his fingers under Jason’s shirt and feeling the warm muscles flex and contract, running his lips hungrily over Jason’s neck, their bodies pressing hard into one another, and God, the slide of skin on skin. But most of all, it’s the thought of undressing Jason that thrills Peter, of peeling away layers and stripping Jason of all his goddamn restraint.