...wrote a creepy little drabble on
switchknife's LJ. There's this meme, you see, where you take the first line of one of their fics, and write a drabble to go with it, and I just could not resist. Here. It's mature, of course, don't say I didn't warn you. The first line was The body is his book.
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The body is his book. Lucius can always tell the lies it conceals, and this one should be no different, pale, sallow, spread out over the table like parchment. Black eyes like ink. He touches the warm flesh, lightly running his fingertips over one jutting hip. This body should have held no lies from him. This body should have known better. Its traitorous heart intrigues him.
He can control every last muscle, can do things with Imperius that even the Dark Lord might fear. It only takes the slightest effort to keep this body quiescent. He wonders where the treachery is written; the soles of the feet, the tender scalp, the delicate webbing between fingers.
This body is a mystery he will illuminate. He will have to sink deep to bring out the hidden letters, the dark morass of perfidy, the black word of betrayal that sprouted through the flesh.
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I really, really, really need to finish chapter 52 so that I can go laze away the rest of the evening and try to get a lot of rest for tomorrow's horrible nightmare of caloric expenditure. A thousand pounds of merch/etc. to unpack, bring to a second floor using evil service elevator, and display. *sigh*
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The body is his book. Lucius can always tell the lies it conceals, and this one should be no different, pale, sallow, spread out over the table like parchment. Black eyes like ink. He touches the warm flesh, lightly running his fingertips over one jutting hip. This body should have held no lies from him. This body should have known better. Its traitorous heart intrigues him.
He can control every last muscle, can do things with Imperius that even the Dark Lord might fear. It only takes the slightest effort to keep this body quiescent. He wonders where the treachery is written; the soles of the feet, the tender scalp, the delicate webbing between fingers.
This body is a mystery he will illuminate. He will have to sink deep to bring out the hidden letters, the dark morass of perfidy, the black word of betrayal that sprouted through the flesh.
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I really, really, really need to finish chapter 52 so that I can go laze away the rest of the evening and try to get a lot of rest for tomorrow's horrible nightmare of caloric expenditure. A thousand pounds of merch/etc. to unpack, bring to a second floor using evil service elevator, and display. *sigh*
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Date: 2004-10-07 04:55 pm (UTC)PS: This isn't a friends-locked entry...you might want to delete your post with your phone number. :)
You read the evil little drabble! Joy.