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31_days Three fics
Three fic tonight... and lo and behold, the second one is from a fandom other than "A.I.", "Constantine", or the "Matrix" series
Title: Long Cool Lover-Mecha Woman
Day/Theme: August 24. I am waylaid by Beauty
Series: "A.I.: Artificial Intelligence"
Character/Pairing: Gigolo Jane/Original Male Character
Rating: PG-13
Company for the night. That was all Frank Sweitz wanted at that moment, that and something to help him forget this would have been his and his late wife's wedding anniversary. He sat at the bar of a divey but sanitary hotel called the Shangri-La, watching the patrons who passed in and out, meeting with friends or with more than friends.
He got a better look at some of those "more than friends", realizing most, if not the majority of them, were more than mere humans.
Someone slipped a two-copper into the jukebox and selected an utterly ancient -- but appropriate song: "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress". As if on cue, out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a figure in gleaming black sashay past him.
He turned to see a tall, slim female lover-bot standing at his side, her black skinsuit molded so close to her silicon skin that it looked like it was part of her; only the zipper running down her front gave it away. She leaned her forearms on the edge of the bar, her unblinking gaze on the glass in front of him, her shoulder-length cascade of violet-black hair loose about her flawless face. He tried to banish the sight in front of him, by thinking of Bernie, his wife, but the presence of the Mecha made that nigh on impossible.
"Are you drinking away your troubles, Mister?" she asked. "I can give you a better way to forget them, one that will not leave you with a hangover."
"Uh, I bet you could," Frank replied, hesitating.
She raised her sapphire blue eyes to his face before lifting her chin as she faced him, giving him a better look at her sleek face and letting her sultry but sweet eyes meet his. Same eyes as Bernie, except for the expression, he thought. His insides seemed to melt and flow into his loins. He tried to steel his resolve, but she'd gotten ahold of it. She ran her fingertips over the inside of his wrist, carressing him lightly.
"What's your name?" he asked.
She smiled as she said, "They call me Gigolo Jane when they ask me what's my game."
He chuckled. "If you've got a game, I'll bet it's a grown-up version of Hide and Seek."
"Oh? and why is that, fella?" she asked.
"Well, I kinda came here to hide from some sad memories; but you found me and pulled me away from them."
"I'm really good at finding fellas who really want someone to find them," she said, running her hand up his arm.
"So... what are you gonna do, now that you've found me?" he asked.
"Anything you like," she said, running her fingertips under his jaw.
He stood up, leaning a little closer to her as he spoke. "In that case, my car's just around the corner..."
He might be intending to drive her to a spot where they'd have more privacy, but she was the one who'd got him.
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Title: "The Beauty of Friendship"
Day/Theme: August 24. I am waylaid by Beauty
Series: "Beauty and the Beast" (Disney version)
Character/Pairing: Belle/the Beast
Rating: G
She has made my captivity bearable, just by being here. Those first few days after Belle came to my castle were awkward at best, as I accustomed myself to her quiet presence and she learned not to fear my formidable appearance. But I believe now, we are well on the way toward earning each other's trust.
Belle is much more than another being to talk to: I believe -- or perhaps I'm just hoping -- she is the first real friend I have had. When I am with her, during meals or walking in the gardens, I catch myself telling her things I have hardly dared to share with anyone, things I've hidden from myself, or which my servants know but do not dare to mention in my presence, for fear of angering me.
In turn, she tells me about herself, about her father and his work, about her mother, who passed away some years ago; or she reads aloud from the books she has read, bringing these old tales to life. I realize then I've been ignoring a whole world of image and metaphor. In some ways, I was a beast even before the fairy turned me into the hulking brute that I resemble now.
Perhaps this Belle who has captivated my attention and my thoughts, who fills my lonely days with her quietly spirited nature, is the one who can free me and my household from this spell...
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Title: Captivated King
Day/Theme: August 24. I am waylaid by Beauty
Series: "The Matrix"
Character/Pairing: Merovingian/Persephone
Rating: PG-13
Note: Still early on in the Merv's courtship of Perse. Why? Because it's such a delicious challenge to write him that way and get the voice just right...
A page from from Lambert Merovee's diary, about the middle of the Third Iteration
August 24th.
She besots me. Her very presence leaves me tipsy. Even the very thought of her goes to my head like champagne bubbles, rendering me giddy with delight.
This must be what the humans call love.
I may be the one playing host to her, and yet, she has taken me in, accomplishing this take-over, this coup d'etat so subtly, I hardly knew what she had effected until now. She has taken me captive, and bound me under a spell, but I take nothing but delight in my captive state, and I cherish the sorceress who holds me in thrall.
Her beauty distracts me so greatly, it's enough to give me cause for concern: perhaps she is a servant of the Agents, sent to divert my attention from my business -- among the humans or among my own kind -- and alert her masters of my whereabouts, that they might close in on me. No matter. I believe that the gatekeepers of the system could take me down to Sheol itself, and even there amid the chaos, I would retain this blissful happiness she inspires in me.
When I should be tending to my business, I catch my thoughts straying to her, recalling our conversations, the joys we have shared, our nights together in each other's arms, her dark brown eyes gazing into my pale blue-green ones. I swear that I can still smell her sweet perfume clinging to me, throughout the day as I tend to my affairs. There is no escaping her hold on me: even my very shell reminds me of her, since it has come into such blissful contact with her.
I am waylaid by her beauty. She bears the name of the daughter of Demeter, abducted by the king of the netherworld, and yet she has me in thrall -- I, the King of the Exiles.
Ay, my love, you could well be the undoing of me, but the fall would be sheer bliss.
Title: Long Cool Lover-Mecha Woman
Day/Theme: August 24. I am waylaid by Beauty
Series: "A.I.: Artificial Intelligence"
Character/Pairing: Gigolo Jane/Original Male Character
Rating: PG-13
Company for the night. That was all Frank Sweitz wanted at that moment, that and something to help him forget this would have been his and his late wife's wedding anniversary. He sat at the bar of a divey but sanitary hotel called the Shangri-La, watching the patrons who passed in and out, meeting with friends or with more than friends.
He got a better look at some of those "more than friends", realizing most, if not the majority of them, were more than mere humans.
Someone slipped a two-copper into the jukebox and selected an utterly ancient -- but appropriate song: "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress". As if on cue, out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a figure in gleaming black sashay past him.
He turned to see a tall, slim female lover-bot standing at his side, her black skinsuit molded so close to her silicon skin that it looked like it was part of her; only the zipper running down her front gave it away. She leaned her forearms on the edge of the bar, her unblinking gaze on the glass in front of him, her shoulder-length cascade of violet-black hair loose about her flawless face. He tried to banish the sight in front of him, by thinking of Bernie, his wife, but the presence of the Mecha made that nigh on impossible.
"Are you drinking away your troubles, Mister?" she asked. "I can give you a better way to forget them, one that will not leave you with a hangover."
"Uh, I bet you could," Frank replied, hesitating.
She raised her sapphire blue eyes to his face before lifting her chin as she faced him, giving him a better look at her sleek face and letting her sultry but sweet eyes meet his. Same eyes as Bernie, except for the expression, he thought. His insides seemed to melt and flow into his loins. He tried to steel his resolve, but she'd gotten ahold of it. She ran her fingertips over the inside of his wrist, carressing him lightly.
"What's your name?" he asked.
She smiled as she said, "They call me Gigolo Jane when they ask me what's my game."
He chuckled. "If you've got a game, I'll bet it's a grown-up version of Hide and Seek."
"Oh? and why is that, fella?" she asked.
"Well, I kinda came here to hide from some sad memories; but you found me and pulled me away from them."
"I'm really good at finding fellas who really want someone to find them," she said, running her hand up his arm.
"So... what are you gonna do, now that you've found me?" he asked.
"Anything you like," she said, running her fingertips under his jaw.
He stood up, leaning a little closer to her as he spoke. "In that case, my car's just around the corner..."
He might be intending to drive her to a spot where they'd have more privacy, but she was the one who'd got him.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Title: "The Beauty of Friendship"
Day/Theme: August 24. I am waylaid by Beauty
Series: "Beauty and the Beast" (Disney version)
Character/Pairing: Belle/the Beast
Rating: G
She has made my captivity bearable, just by being here. Those first few days after Belle came to my castle were awkward at best, as I accustomed myself to her quiet presence and she learned not to fear my formidable appearance. But I believe now, we are well on the way toward earning each other's trust.
Belle is much more than another being to talk to: I believe -- or perhaps I'm just hoping -- she is the first real friend I have had. When I am with her, during meals or walking in the gardens, I catch myself telling her things I have hardly dared to share with anyone, things I've hidden from myself, or which my servants know but do not dare to mention in my presence, for fear of angering me.
In turn, she tells me about herself, about her father and his work, about her mother, who passed away some years ago; or she reads aloud from the books she has read, bringing these old tales to life. I realize then I've been ignoring a whole world of image and metaphor. In some ways, I was a beast even before the fairy turned me into the hulking brute that I resemble now.
Perhaps this Belle who has captivated my attention and my thoughts, who fills my lonely days with her quietly spirited nature, is the one who can free me and my household from this spell...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Title: Captivated King
Day/Theme: August 24. I am waylaid by Beauty
Series: "The Matrix"
Character/Pairing: Merovingian/Persephone
Rating: PG-13
Note: Still early on in the Merv's courtship of Perse. Why? Because it's such a delicious challenge to write him that way and get the voice just right...
A page from from Lambert Merovee's diary, about the middle of the Third Iteration
August 24th.
She besots me. Her very presence leaves me tipsy. Even the very thought of her goes to my head like champagne bubbles, rendering me giddy with delight.
This must be what the humans call love.
I may be the one playing host to her, and yet, she has taken me in, accomplishing this take-over, this coup d'etat so subtly, I hardly knew what she had effected until now. She has taken me captive, and bound me under a spell, but I take nothing but delight in my captive state, and I cherish the sorceress who holds me in thrall.
Her beauty distracts me so greatly, it's enough to give me cause for concern: perhaps she is a servant of the Agents, sent to divert my attention from my business -- among the humans or among my own kind -- and alert her masters of my whereabouts, that they might close in on me. No matter. I believe that the gatekeepers of the system could take me down to Sheol itself, and even there amid the chaos, I would retain this blissful happiness she inspires in me.
When I should be tending to my business, I catch my thoughts straying to her, recalling our conversations, the joys we have shared, our nights together in each other's arms, her dark brown eyes gazing into my pale blue-green ones. I swear that I can still smell her sweet perfume clinging to me, throughout the day as I tend to my affairs. There is no escaping her hold on me: even my very shell reminds me of her, since it has come into such blissful contact with her.
I am waylaid by her beauty. She bears the name of the daughter of Demeter, abducted by the king of the netherworld, and yet she has me in thrall -- I, the King of the Exiles.
Ay, my love, you could well be the undoing of me, but the fall would be sheer bliss.
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