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hiddencait) wrote2010-02-08 09:52 pm
hiddencait) wrote2010-02-08 09:52 pm
Fic Request Meme!
This was totally stolen from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seren_ccd
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.) Note: it will probably work better if it's a set of characters I've familiar with, but I'm even up for netflixing something new if need be. *grin*
I will be totally honest though, I'm on limited internet access, so the drabbles may take a few days, but they will arrive!
Who's first?
seren_ccd The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.) Note: it will probably work better if it's a set of characters I've familiar with, but I'm even up for netflixing something new if need be. *grin*
I will be totally honest though, I'm on limited internet access, so the drabbles may take a few days, but they will arrive!
Who's first?
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Lord Vaako studied the woman crouched sullenly in the corner, the woman who had somehow survived when so many of the men who followed him had not. Not that he cared for the deaths of the men. It was the woman's survival that now intrigued him. She who had fought beside the Riddick....
He forced his mind away from the thought of the Furyan who he had thought might end the Lord Marshall. He forced the thought of hope away as he had forced it away so many times before. Instead he focused on the girl.
“You have but one choice.” He paced deliberately back and forth, taking in her form. “Convert now, or die.”
“Fuck you!” She exploded into motion, lashing out at him with fists and feet in a show of fury that almost surprised him. Almost.
It was a bare second before he had her pinned against the wall of the frigate, her eyes livid.
“Just kill me, you bastard.” She struggled helplessly against his hold. “I'll never join you. Never... never.”
Her voice was almost a sob now, and part of him felt something like guilt. The rest of him however, the rest of him was lost to her scent. The smell of her was rich, alive, pure in a way he was surprised to find in a convict the likes of which would have been held on that hell of a planet. Pure in a way the Necromongers rarely were.
Pure like... like Sam John whispered from the depths of his own mind. This writhing hellcat might be, likely was, a murderer, but she was not a monster. It was something of a revelation He backed away from her in a smooth step, leaving her sagging against the wall.
“No, you will not die now.” He kept his face impassive, hiding the smirk that wanted to creep out at her incredulous expression. “If you die here, you will have no vengeance”
He turned away and paced slowly down the hall. At its end, he heard her set her feet to spring and he paused.
“Know this, attack and you will die here.” There was a swallow from behind him, and he felt more than heard her relax. This time, knowing she could not see his face, he grinned darkly. So, she would live. That certainly made things a bit more... interesting.
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