Mar. 1st, 2012

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Title: Physical Humor (And Time Spent Alone)
Author: [personal profile] eumelia/[livejournal.com profile] eumelia
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: n/a
Word Count 1,016
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: This is a work of transformative fiction, created for fun and pleasure. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: 1) A great many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] verasteine for giving me permission to make little snippets of conversation into a full fledged fic and for hammering out the kinks (the other kind of kinks). And a thank you to [livejournal.com profile] ellie_pierson, for the fresh pair of eyes.
2) This was written for the “Sealed With a Kiss” square for my [community profile] h50bingo/[livejournal.com profile] h50bingo card. 1 down, so many more to go!
3) Title from the Alanis Morissette song “Knees of My Bees”, which was my constant companion on loop while writing this.
Summary: Steve’s head is on the other pillow, mouth slightly slack in sleep, forehead smooth, and his bare back and shoulders are loose, without the weight of the world he schleps around on a regular basis.

When Danny wakes up, he feels the tickle of a soft breeze brush across his nose and mouth )

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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