George H. Application

Favourite Beatle Slash Pairing: John/George
Name/Pen Name: George H.
LJ Username: georgeh
Age & Birthday: 23. 8 August 1981
Location: London, England
How did you get into Beatles Slash?: I watched AHDN and thought they were all quite attractive (George especially). After getting into more of their music and discovering the deep love they had for one another, it seemed almost a logical leap.
Tell us an interesting fact about yourself: I used to resent George Harrison a tiny bit when I was young because kids used to make fun of me for almost having his name (George Harris).
Favourite Beatle: George
Favourite Beatle Era: Hamburg
Favourite Genre to Write: Emotionally charged ones, which is often angst but not always.
Favourite Genre to Read: If it is J/G and well written with proper characterisations I'll read any of it. However I do enjoy first-time, discovery fics more often that pre-established relationship ones.
What Pairing is Your Submission Piece: John/George
What Warnings Are in Your Submission Piece?: Suggested drug useage.
What Rating is Your Submission Piece?: PG
Link or LJ-Cut Your Submission Piece: Deep Blue Sea
Links to Additional Stories: Do You Believe Me? please click "Fanfiction" and scroll down for BeatlesSlash.
Suggestion for a 250 Word Fabble Prompt: Include the line, "And then the sun rose."
Please write a 250-1000 word story based on this prompt: your story must include the expression 'glowed in the moonlight' as well as the word 'forsaken.'

Ice hung from doorways, shimmered on the trees and sparkled on the streets. The usually dreary grey town glowed in the moonlight due to the freshly fallen snow. The dawn was still a few hours off and not even a cat had come along to mar the powdery snow with its tiny footprints. By morning the gorgeous scene laid before John and George would be reduced to black slush and grime but for the moment they were alone together with the pristine city street stretched out before them.

George stopped in the middle of the forsaken street to admire the rare view: the moon had just appeared from behind some low-lying clouds and the sight mesmerized him. John beside him, a bottle to his lips, came up short too. He looked at George instead of the scene before them. “What?” he drawled.

George shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “It’s pretty,” he commented, nodding his head towards the snowy street.

John cast a look over at the street and then disinterestedly looked back at George. “I fucking hate the snow.”

“Well, I’m not fond of it,” George stated quietly, watching his breath go up in puffs. “But it does look pretty, doesn’t it?”

John kept his eyes on George. The moon was bright overhead and George was pale. His dark hair and lashes stood out against his white skin and their sterile surroundings. John managed a small smile. “You look pretty,” he stated.

George glanced over at him. “Get stuffed.”

“You do,” John added, more adamantly. He waved his bottle for emphasis. “You’re all dark and pale and, you know, glow-y against all this fucking snow.” He grinned lecherously at George and then started striding along the street again, leaving dark footprints in his wake.

George watched him go for a moment before his lips curved into a grin. He bit his lower lip as he watched John ruin the idyllic scene before him. Then he bent, scooped up a handful of snow and nailed a snowball into the back of John’s neck.