Ooooh, my comment in another thread got turned into a nifty Clark line by Am-Chau! Thanks!
I really like:
Clark dozed for a little while on the sofa; Lex ate the cleaning girl who came every morning, careful to hide the body (he didn't think Clark wanted to see the direct evidence of his lover's new diet) and then settled down to make a plan, a list of things to do, people to kill.
He'd only reached item 23 ("the board of directors, slowly") when Clark woke up, and suddenly he had something else to do.
Especially, "the board of directors, slowly".
Ooooh, my comment in another thread got turned into a nifty Clark line by Am-Chau! Thanks!
My pleasure. I did remember to ask permission, didn't I? I know I meant to, but I'm memfaulting on actually asking...
Especially, "the board of directors, slowly".
It was a lot of fun to write. A lot. Though I realise now that the word "slowly" doesn't actually fit with the description of Alexander's killing method. Huh. Time to fanwank that or change it...
I did remember to ask permission, didn't I?
Yes, you did. But I didn't know how it was going to be used (I gave a blanket "go for it"), and it was fun finding out.
I realise now that the word "slowly" doesn't actually fit with the description of Alexander's killing method
Well, by specifying "slowly" next to the board of directors it could be suggested that this was anomolous for him.
But I didn't know how it was going to be used (I gave a blanket "go for it"), and it was fun finding out.
Heh. Good.
Well, by specifying "slowly" next to the board of directors it could be suggested that this was anomolous for him.
Nice explanation. Maybe I won't bother editing it, then.
he's apallingly self-centred and has the moral centre of your average cat
t she makes that sound like a bad thing, I mused, gazing upon the two cats within view.
Oh, and revealing my biases ...
Vamp!Lex never looks up Dear Old Vamp Dad?
I was going to put the new V!Giles bit up, but I got distracted by Plei's new Gunn site--Hah! Gunn sight! I kill me. Maybe tomorrow.
I was going to put the new V!Giles bit up, but I got distracted by Plei's new Gunn site--Hah! Gunn sight! I kill me. Maybe tomorrow.
Heh. One of those nights. I'm finishing up part three of "When You are Tired of London." May well have it tonight.
Hey, my Hubby's giving me fic ideas! He's trying to tell me to keep it and do a spec script, and I'm telling him that the odds of ME buying a script from a total unknown are pretty slim.
Anyway, the religion discussions of earlier today started it, with MM's musing on Jesus as the undead: Religious fanatic gets turned, wakes up a bit later and thinks he's Jesus, returned from the dead. Angel has to deal with it. "You can't walk on water". "I'm just back from the grave, give me a bit to get my bearings, OK? And only mockers demand signs and miracles." "OK, crosses repel you." "The sign of my crucifixion! An instrument of torture! Of course it repels me." "Sunlight?" "My Father wants me to bring people into the light, if I try to return to Him too soon he burns me. If people drink of my blood, they will live forever. How can I not be the savior?"
Any takers on the fic bunny? Hubby's pleased with himself and his knowledge of obscure religious facts.
