unfinished_face, posts by tag: slash - LiveJournal

Title: Knifing the Line
Fandom: Original
Paring: Derrick Averit/Justin Carie
Word Count: 5,260
Summary: Reason for Existing: Darkly Dreaming Dexter, and ‘Dexter’ on HBO, and an evil teacher I have that influences children to read and write and do all of those wicked things. 





 "We find the defendant, Derrick Averit, not guilty on the three charges of first degree manslaughter."
 
  There was silence in the court room, a lack of motion full of surprise and horror. The judge recovered first, looking over at Derrick Averit with a certain distain and knowledge that comes from years of seeing this sort of thing on a daily basis.
 
  "Then you are free to go. The state apologizes for this, Mr. Averit."
 
  "No apologies necessary, your Honor." Averit's voice was strong and dark and behind the newly promoted Justin Carie someone start crying. He felt like crying himself. He felt like screaming and shooting the son of a bitch - everyone fucking knew it was him - in the back then laughing about it. But there was a woman crying behind him, and he couldn't bring himself to reach for his gun.
 
 
 
  Three months before the trial started, Officer Justin Carie found the bodies of the three victims in a car just inside Salisbury Park. They were wrapped tightly in blankets in the trunk of the car, carefully tucked together - all three bodies clean and naked and lacking any blood whatsoever. Their licensees and valuables were stacked separately in the seats inside the car - along with a number - 8.
 
  "Bodies, Bodies everywhere," Chef Kensington said quietly to Justin - more accurately Jay, who had been a homicide cop for a few months already and was assigned the case - in a tone that sat between amusement and horror. "And not a drop of blood."
 
  There was, of cores, no blood to speak of. Each victim was missing a large amount of their blood, and their left pinky finger. Kensington hypostasized that this killer was making hands. There were fingers missing from victims left and right - all with the same MO as this killer.
 

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 Title: Perfezionare la Musica
Fandom: Original - Music
Paring: Sebastian/Sam
Word Count: 1,991
Summary: Sebastian has been waiting for this for years. He's not ready for the noise.



   "Bastion," Sam whispered, piano, and Sebastian had a feeling that this might end with him being a little more breathless then he had intended. Sam's lips were a lot closer to his neck then Sebastian had intended them to be, and normally he was so careful about this kind of thing -- ritenuto.

    The November air outside was sharp - left over wet leaves no longer as crisp in the blue winter afternoons. The sky was painted purple and indigo by five - riding home with Sam every day let Sebastian learn of the subtle changed in the sky. Sebastian could watch it better now.

    "You smell like Nikki." Sam said, his lips almost touching the flaps of Sebastian collar. The polo Sebastian was wearing was black and green and he smelled like cigarettes and old open liquor bottles and Nikki Orins' expensive rose perfume. Sam's heat was intoxicating - warm and tasting of ginger. Sebastian could taste him on his tongue.

    "My closet smells like Nikki." Sebastian said back, softly - when had they started to speak so softly? Pianississimo. Sam's breath was light against his throat. Over the sound of the packed train, Sebastian was sure the sound of him swallowing was loud enough for everyone to hear.

    A smile tugged the edge of Sam's lip up, his eyes shades darker then normal.

    They had begun this in sixth grade.

    That was when Sam's sonata started.

    Sebastian 's knees were vibrating with nerves and the shake of the train.

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