rebness | (no subject)

Well,

stories_100 is actually rather fun. Some of you are already on there, but dude... give it a try. I loves me some drabbles.

Anyway, here are my first three, for anyone interested:

Beginnings

I loosened my hold on him, my victim, feeling the smooth lapels of his coat slide through my fingers. I barely heard his question as he fell to the ground: “But who are you!”

I didn’t answer. He slept; weak from drink and blood loss. And it was such a perfect night; my first strike in claiming him as mine. I decided to remember that question, and how it was full of wonder even though his speech was slurred and his heart stuttered.

It pains me that even now, years later, I want to ask him that very same question.

Teammates

Crosswords. They’re pointless. Unnecessary. I shouldn’t have started this one, but I can’t let it win. “Damned thing!”

Louis glances up from his book, continuing to absentmindedly rub my foot in his lap. “Need help?”

“Eight letters,” I say, “Erinaceus Europaeus.”

“Hedgehog.”

I shake my head at him. “How did you know that?”

“Books.”

“You should get out more.”

“You gallivant enough for both of us.”

I snort. “I’m returning you to the store. This wasn’t what I had in mind for a companion.”

He smirks. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“Hush, you. And give the other foot some attention.”

Air

“Are you cold, Louis?” he asks.

“No, I’m fine.”

He raises his hand to my cheek. “Liar.”

“Lestat!” I gasp, “Losing your grip on me in mid-air worries me more!”

He snorts. “Are you afraid?”

“No.”

But do I trust him? I don’t know. I know he’s changeable. I know he’s cruel. It’s madness, to put myself at his mercy. Why do I do it? I shouldn’t trust him, when up here, in the cold, lonely night, he alone protects me from plummeting to the ground, to almost certain death.

A cold thrill runs through me. I clutch him closer.