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schmericaI may have just spent an hour writing fic for a fandom that doesn't actually exist. WEIRD.
Okay, so, context is in this post or this tag. Anybody else who wants to play in this sandbox, either with fic or art, has not only my approval but also my crazy adoration.
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The door to Clara's lounge was closed: unusual. Ralph rapped the door twice, crisply, and let himself in without waiting for a response.
"Hullo," he said. He closed the door again behind him and leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets.
Harry looked up at the sound of his voice, his eyes wide, but Clara didn't move a muscle. She lay reclined nude across the velvet settee, her hair loose around her face, one arm stretched above her head, and the other resting on her stomach, holding a perfect apple.
"Did it not occur to you that Harry and I might be having a private moment?" Clara said. Her voice was dry, but not annoyed.
"If you didn't want me, you would have used the lock," Ralph said, smiling at her. The settee was a deep blood red, as was the apple, and both of them constrasted strongly against Clara's pale skin and dark hair. Ralph admired the composition.
Harry was getting used to their conversations, slowly but surely; he'd already returned to his sketchpad, rather than being distracted by them. Ralph walked over to Harry, leaning over his shoulder to watch Harry draw. Harry had a quick, light hand, all broad strokes and implications. His long fingers held the pen as if it were an instrument: he sketched out the fine lines on the paper as if he were revealing Clara from within, rather than putting her there himself.
"Lovely," Ralph murmured, not quite into Harry's ear, too soft for Clara to hear.
"Thanks." Harry smiled faintly down at the pad, deepening the sharp lines of his face. Ralph couldn't -- or at least didn't care to -- quite resist the urge to reach out, tracing the curve of Harry's ear and down the line of his jaw.
Harry's hand stilled on his drawing pad, and he shivered a little.
"Ralph," Clara said sharply. "Please try to control yourself."
Ralph straightened back up and bowed his head to her. He could recognize the quirk of her mouth hiding a smile, and he grinned back at her. "My apologies. I'll just sit quietly over here, shall I?" He sat down in an empty armchair with a flourish, lounging and stretching his legs out before him.
"If you must," Clara said.
"Harry likes having me around, Clara, even if you don't. Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "Why not?"
"There you go. Now, Clara, darling, tell the truth -- how badly is your nose itching, anyway? And doesn't that get a bit, well, drafty? You look a little chilly."
"Don't be a bastard, darling," said Clara. To Harry: "He thinks he's amusing, you see."
Harry looked from Clara to Ralph and back again. He looked serious, all of a sudden. "I see," he said in a gravelly voice.
Okay, so, context is in this post or this tag. Anybody else who wants to play in this sandbox, either with fic or art, has not only my approval but also my crazy adoration.
*****
The door to Clara's lounge was closed: unusual. Ralph rapped the door twice, crisply, and let himself in without waiting for a response.
"Hullo," he said. He closed the door again behind him and leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets.
Harry looked up at the sound of his voice, his eyes wide, but Clara didn't move a muscle. She lay reclined nude across the velvet settee, her hair loose around her face, one arm stretched above her head, and the other resting on her stomach, holding a perfect apple.
"Did it not occur to you that Harry and I might be having a private moment?" Clara said. Her voice was dry, but not annoyed.
"If you didn't want me, you would have used the lock," Ralph said, smiling at her. The settee was a deep blood red, as was the apple, and both of them constrasted strongly against Clara's pale skin and dark hair. Ralph admired the composition.
Harry was getting used to their conversations, slowly but surely; he'd already returned to his sketchpad, rather than being distracted by them. Ralph walked over to Harry, leaning over his shoulder to watch Harry draw. Harry had a quick, light hand, all broad strokes and implications. His long fingers held the pen as if it were an instrument: he sketched out the fine lines on the paper as if he were revealing Clara from within, rather than putting her there himself.
"Lovely," Ralph murmured, not quite into Harry's ear, too soft for Clara to hear.
"Thanks." Harry smiled faintly down at the pad, deepening the sharp lines of his face. Ralph couldn't -- or at least didn't care to -- quite resist the urge to reach out, tracing the curve of Harry's ear and down the line of his jaw.
Harry's hand stilled on his drawing pad, and he shivered a little.
"Ralph," Clara said sharply. "Please try to control yourself."
Ralph straightened back up and bowed his head to her. He could recognize the quirk of her mouth hiding a smile, and he grinned back at her. "My apologies. I'll just sit quietly over here, shall I?" He sat down in an empty armchair with a flourish, lounging and stretching his legs out before him.
"If you must," Clara said.
"Harry likes having me around, Clara, even if you don't. Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "Why not?"
"There you go. Now, Clara, darling, tell the truth -- how badly is your nose itching, anyway? And doesn't that get a bit, well, drafty? You look a little chilly."
"Don't be a bastard, darling," said Clara. To Harry: "He thinks he's amusing, you see."
Harry looked from Clara to Ralph and back again. He looked serious, all of a sudden. "I see," he said in a gravelly voice.
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2/11/06 02:49 (UTC)I TOTALLY WANT TO WRITE IN YOUR IMAGINARY FANDOM. *DIES*
This is awesome. I have, you know, SCHOOLWORK to do and a billion other fics to write, but that doesn't mean I won't play at some point.
Write more! Please!
/enabling
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2/11/06 02:50 (UTC)(no subject)
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2/11/06 03:46 (UTC)We need icons.
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2/11/06 03:49 (UTC)oh, god. this is - it's unhealthy and vicious and so, so dangerous (for Harry, I mean; the other two can take care of themselves), but it's also seductive and beautiful and oh, god, I love you more than breathing, right now. nnnnrgh!
*crazy Kara icon, to denote both SEX SEX SEX and OMG CRAZY*
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2/11/06 04:48 (UTC)He thinks he's amusing, you see.
yes.
where are you setting this? because it feels very montreal to me.
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2/11/06 05:28 (UTC)Hee! You are awesome.
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2/11/06 15:53 (UTC)♥
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2/11/06 21:25 (UTC)doooooooooooooo iiiiiiiiiiiiit. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!
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2/11/06 21:27 (UTC)where are you setting this? because it feels very montreal to me.
I ... honestly have no idea! Hmm.
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