Alias Drabble

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Wow. This community really is quite dead, isn't it?

Ah well. I still have hope that some people might join!

And here we go with challenge #2--

Write a drabble inspired by/based on the following lyric:

And I don't -- didn't think we'd end up like this.

-'A Sorta Fairytale' by Tori Amos

Title: Exquisite
Author: dollsome
Challenge #: 1
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sark, Lauren, mentions of Vaughn
Pairing(s): Sark/Lauren
Setting: Sometime between Blowback and The Frame
Spoilers: Second half of s3



You do wonder how the illustrious Agent Vaughn has failed to see it yet. To you, it’s overwhelming – blindingly obvious, deliciously intoxicating. There is a sharpness to everything about her, a potency and a poison, and try as you may, you can’t begin to picture her as the sweet housewife she plays so very well.

Her eyes hold a scheming sultriness; surely her hands and mouth betray any false pretences that might suggest she’s any sort of angel. But then again, perhaps her husband hasn’t been acquainted with them as you have.

It’s intriguing.

“I really do find it incredible,” you tell her one morning, an arm around her shoulders, sheets scented with sweat and that fabulous perfume she wears, “the way you’ve kept all this hidden from your husband.”

“He’s an idiot,” she says, dismissive, and you feel inclined to agree.

Perhaps he’s simply so blinded by his yearning for Sydney Bristow – something you decide is quite perfectly understandable – that he never takes the time to so much as truly look at the woman he’s married to.

And it does seem a terrible waste, you decide as her lips trail languidly down your neck.

She is exquisite.

Title: Anesthesia.
Author: sunshine_queen
Challenge # 1
Characters: Irina
Pairing: J/I

Irina’s beauty is an anesthetic.

There is no immunity against the reaction caused by appearance. There is no one unaffected by the curve of her throat, the gleam of her hair, the charm of her glance. She uses it as such.

She is not the innocent creature she affects, a fact carefully concealed beneath a face one would gladly die for.

And if you found the truth… you were too numb to care. Her beauty blinded you, slowed you, deafened you, made you drunken and foolish. You can see the action, but not feel the pain. She stopped time, truth, tragedy.

She was the tragedy.

Her beauty made your mind go numb.

She was poison by choice, as you chose to be desensitized. 

Here we go with the first challenge! Hopefully we'll be somewhat successful. :)

This week, write a drabble based on the following lyric.

She's poisonously pretty.

-'A Cheap and Evil Girl,' Bree Sharp


You can put up your drabble in a separate post following the specifications listed on the user info.

Write on. :)