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ambersweet) wrote2010-04-14 12:02 am
ambersweet) wrote2010-04-14 12:02 am
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Two drabbles - Pavi, Amber, and Graverobber in a variety of combinations
This is the very last request from the meme I did a while ago. Somehow it became two drabbles, perhaps that will make up for how damned long it took me to write them.
Title: Artifice
Pairings/Characters: Pavi, Amber/Graverobber
Rating: PG
Summary: There are secrets, but not between them.
Words: 198
Requested by:supercrook
One thing Pavi had learned from his sister was that if you never spoke of anything of substance, everyone assumed you were a shallow, self-absorbed idiot. Add in an accent originally crafted to eliminate a stutter that had the bonus effect of driving Luigi absolutely insane, and the only person who acknowledged that Pavi could actually think about something other than pretty bodies was, almost ironically, Amber herself.
They played the game of masks with the world, but they were always honest with each other. Always honest, which was why her sneaking off was so hurtful. Where could pretty sorella be going that she wasn't willing to admit to the Pavi? The only possible response was to follow, of course. The Pavi would investigate, observe, reveal to her that he knew her secrets, and there would be no secrets again.
He couldn't quite say that the alley surprised him. Disappointed, perhaps, was closer, although he had to admit that there was something about the long-haired graverobber she'd found that was worth a second glance. “Perhaps more than just a glance,” he murmured as the man bent to kiss her.
After she was gone, perhaps he would investigate further.
Title: Anticipation
Pairings/Characters: Pavi/Graverobber, Amber/Graverobber implied
Rating: PG
Summary: He should have expected this.
Words: 144
Requested by:supercrook
Graverobber's eyes narrowed as he recognized the man. He supposed that it was inevitable, and at least it wasn't the one who tended to kill people who pissed him off. He wasn't any stranger to getting hassled on the street, although he hadn't actually been roughed up since he hit his full growth and figured out how to fight back.
“You have been-a dealing-a the Zydrate to mia sorella,” he said, and Graverobber wondered, not for the first time, why only one of them had such a strong accent.
He shrugged, clenching his stomach muscles in preparation.
The younger Largo brother came closer, traced the line of Graverobber's jaw with the back of his first two fingers. “I wondered-a why she came to you. Now, I think I know.”
He was expecting a punch. Not a kiss.
It was much more pleasant, at least.
Title: Artifice
Pairings/Characters: Pavi, Amber/Graverobber
Rating: PG
Summary: There are secrets, but not between them.
Words: 198
Requested by:
supercrookOne thing Pavi had learned from his sister was that if you never spoke of anything of substance, everyone assumed you were a shallow, self-absorbed idiot. Add in an accent originally crafted to eliminate a stutter that had the bonus effect of driving Luigi absolutely insane, and the only person who acknowledged that Pavi could actually think about something other than pretty bodies was, almost ironically, Amber herself.
They played the game of masks with the world, but they were always honest with each other. Always honest, which was why her sneaking off was so hurtful. Where could pretty sorella be going that she wasn't willing to admit to the Pavi? The only possible response was to follow, of course. The Pavi would investigate, observe, reveal to her that he knew her secrets, and there would be no secrets again.
He couldn't quite say that the alley surprised him. Disappointed, perhaps, was closer, although he had to admit that there was something about the long-haired graverobber she'd found that was worth a second glance. “Perhaps more than just a glance,” he murmured as the man bent to kiss her.
After she was gone, perhaps he would investigate further.
Title: Anticipation
Pairings/Characters: Pavi/Graverobber, Amber/Graverobber implied
Rating: PG
Summary: He should have expected this.
Words: 144
Requested by:
supercrookGraverobber's eyes narrowed as he recognized the man. He supposed that it was inevitable, and at least it wasn't the one who tended to kill people who pissed him off. He wasn't any stranger to getting hassled on the street, although he hadn't actually been roughed up since he hit his full growth and figured out how to fight back.
“You have been-a dealing-a the Zydrate to mia sorella,” he said, and Graverobber wondered, not for the first time, why only one of them had such a strong accent.
He shrugged, clenching his stomach muscles in preparation.
The younger Largo brother came closer, traced the line of Graverobber's jaw with the back of his first two fingers. “I wondered-a why she came to you. Now, I think I know.”
He was expecting a punch. Not a kiss.
It was much more pleasant, at least.
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