Trick or treat

[louiselux]

It's like trick or treat, only not really. Leave a comment and I will post something for you, ie, fic snippet, a song, a picture, a poem or something else random that I think of.


note: tricks and treats will vary according entirely to my whim

ps - comments will be answered when I get home a little later

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[kanzenhanzai.livejournal.com]

trick or treat! ^__^~>

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Have an eeny weeny random fic snippet from the folder o' doom.

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Hakkai knew exactly the reason why Gojyo kept shooting furtive little glances at him; half-nervous, half-defensive little looks. He knew the reason because he could smell it.

He put the breakfast dishes into the skin more carefully than usual, laying them gently down into the too hot soapy water because if he didn't do that then there was distinct possibility he might break them or just take them up and throw them at the wall. They were only his own dishes; Gojyo wasn't up yet even though it was past noon. Hakkai sighed and looked down at his hands, which he hadn't moved yet. The hot water had made them red from the fingers down, a neat Plimsoll line that ran above his knuckles. There was a curl of brighter red in the water, coming from his finger.

'Oh dear.'

It seemed he hadn't been so careful after all. He picked broken pieces of bowl from the water and dumped them in the waste bin, then rinsed his hand under the cold tap, dried it with the small towel that he'd hung up next to the sink. Sitting at the table he carefully laid a sticking plaster over the cut, more out of habit than need. It wouldn't take long to heal. Things like that were always surprising.

The smell got stronger and Hakkai sat up a little straighter as he heard Gojyo's mattress springs squeak and the soft patter of bare feet on the floor. There was really no reason why it should bother him. Gojyo had slunk in at 6 am and Hakkai had woken long enough to hear him drop his coat on the floor and to throw his boots off, thud, thud, then he'd buried his head back in the blankets. It wasn't like he wanted to know when Gojyo had sex, or who he had sex with, particularly.

He always knew though, because Gojyo stank of it.

[kanzenhanzai.livejournal.com]

Oh, a very tasty treat! Thank you :)