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8 pathetic excuses or justify your existence
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cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: October 29th, 2010 04:39 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hmmmmmm...

After lengthy consideration:

Guy-Anise
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: October 29th, 2010 06:15 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Hmmmmmm...

dammit
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: October 29th, 2010 06:21 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Hmmmmmm...

No wait, hear me out! I have a rationale for this. I chose it because it is your current fandom, it involves two of your favorite characters, it's NOT so involved with your current story that it feels like more work, and it forces you to think outside the box!

See how considerate I am?
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: October 29th, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Hmmmmmm...

Oh, well, when you put it that way....
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: October 29th, 2010 08:34 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Hmmmmmm...

*****

He’d been having dreams about Natalia since he was fifteen. They were familiar and normal, almost comforting. Dreams about Tear and Noelle were probably because he spent so much time with them. Even dreams about his sister and Luke’s mother could be explained by his issues with being orphaned rather than out of some repressed, twisted sexual desire.

Then there were the dreams about Anise.

These scared the hell out of him. He’d wake up shaking, shivering, sweating.

He couldn’t talk to her now without thinking about her mouth. He couldn’t look at her without thinking about her hands and her… other things he had no business thinking about.

They were just dreams. Dreams couldn’t hurt him. Dreams meant nothing when daylight broke to chase them away.

At night, he had no defenses.

Just dreams, he repeated, silently, the words echoing in his mind. Just dreams, he repeated, mumbling the words into his pillow.

But he was too afraid to fall asleep.



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I don't know.
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: October 29th, 2010 09:32 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Hmmmmmm...

You could have gone for innocent and sweet instead, you know. Very fitting for the Halloween/horror atmosphere though. I think a theme is beginning to emerge for you Anise/Guy fics: Disturbing Hot.

Poor Guy. How terrible for him!

dreams about his sister and Luke’s mother could be explained by his issues with being orphaned rather than out of some repressed, twisted sexual desire.

They could be. But assuming he's never been with a woman at least until his fear was cured, during/after the game, I wouldn't rule out the alternative.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: October 30th, 2010 10:12 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Hmmmmmm...

Yeah, I went for the scary part of Halloween over the sugary part. Disturbing? Yes. Hot? NO.
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: October 30th, 2010 11:10 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Hmmmmmm...

Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
8 pathetic excuses or justify your existence