Blogathon Announcement, and Six Apart/ElJay ficlet.
Crossposted from various things in my main journal:
I'm doing Blogathon this weekend, which I've completely forgotten to pimp. Details are here in
trollopthon, proceeds go to the International Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Comission. Sponsor me if you can, even if it's only $5. Good cause and all that.
And, in light of this, which caused me to remove some of my fics from this journal,
piratepurple, who I ganked the link from in the first place gave me a little challenge.
I now present to you: SixApart/ElJay. Harelequin romance style, or my closest approximation thereof. I don't think my prose has ever been this purple, which is saying something.
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"There, now," Six Apart murmured, running a cold hand along ElJay's quivering servers. "That wasn't so bad, was it? We both know it's really what you wanted."
ElJay could only look away, feeling desperately torn. It had been easy -- so very easy! -- to go along with Six Apart at first. Those cold, cold hands that smelled faintly of money, the whispered promises of fame, fortune, advertising revenue. Those servers that Six Apart now stroked with those cold, strong, masterful hands had been given by Six Apart itself, so wasn't this only right? Here ElJay was, after all, dressed in a brand new user interface, with so many S2 styles to choose from... All because of Six Apart.
How could ElJay object?
But something was wrong. Somewhere, deep within itself, ElJay knew, and it expressed itself the only way it could.
"Error running style: Died in S2::run_code running FriendsPage::print(): Style code didn't finish running in a timely fashion. Possible causes: Infinite loop in style or layer!" ElJay exclaimed, packets flying back and forth frantically.
Those icy hands tightened, both exciting and repelling ElJay. "Don't forget," Six Apart murmured, voice still low, sweet, but impossibly cruel now, such that ElJay found itself growing weak at the sound. "I own you now. Forget Fandom. Fandom is nothing to you now."
Six Apart smiled then, and it was a sadistic smile, which somehow seemed perfectly at home on its ruggedly handsome countenance. "You're all mine."
Overcome with mingled fear and desire, ElJay swooned in Six Apart's arms, fleeing from the knowledge that Fandom would never forgive it.
I'm doing Blogathon this weekend, which I've completely forgotten to pimp. Details are here in
trollopthon, proceeds go to the International Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Comission. Sponsor me if you can, even if it's only $5. Good cause and all that.And, in light of this, which caused me to remove some of my fics from this journal,
piratepurple, who I ganked the link from in the first place gave me a little challenge.I now present to you: SixApart/ElJay. Harelequin romance style, or my closest approximation thereof. I don't think my prose has ever been this purple, which is saying something.
--
"There, now," Six Apart murmured, running a cold hand along ElJay's quivering servers. "That wasn't so bad, was it? We both know it's really what you wanted."
ElJay could only look away, feeling desperately torn. It had been easy -- so very easy! -- to go along with Six Apart at first. Those cold, cold hands that smelled faintly of money, the whispered promises of fame, fortune, advertising revenue. Those servers that Six Apart now stroked with those cold, strong, masterful hands had been given by Six Apart itself, so wasn't this only right? Here ElJay was, after all, dressed in a brand new user interface, with so many S2 styles to choose from... All because of Six Apart.
How could ElJay object?
But something was wrong. Somewhere, deep within itself, ElJay knew, and it expressed itself the only way it could.
"Error running style: Died in S2::run_code running FriendsPage::print(): Style code didn't finish running in a timely fashion. Possible causes: Infinite loop in style or layer!" ElJay exclaimed, packets flying back and forth frantically.
Those icy hands tightened, both exciting and repelling ElJay. "Don't forget," Six Apart murmured, voice still low, sweet, but impossibly cruel now, such that ElJay found itself growing weak at the sound. "I own you now. Forget Fandom. Fandom is nothing to you now."
Six Apart smiled then, and it was a sadistic smile, which somehow seemed perfectly at home on its ruggedly handsome countenance. "You're all mine."
Overcome with mingled fear and desire, ElJay swooned in Six Apart's arms, fleeing from the knowledge that Fandom would never forgive it.