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thatrcooper) wrote2011-04-27 07:51 pm
thatrcooper) wrote2011-04-27 07:51 pm
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Taste the rainbow!
I have had way too much cranberry juice (without even any vodka in it, boo) and eaten like a bajillion (three) See's Marshmallow Easter Eggs. Yet somehow I am still in a good mood (and not puking my guts out).
I know right? I wish I had something deeper to add, but I don't, so, cracky Some Kind of Magic EXCERPT:
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Ray scratched his nose, tried to clear his senses, but then moved when he couldn’t. He headed out, pushing past Ross without an apology and ignoring his offers of help.
He just needed out. Now. Fresh air. It had been too long since a hunt, or a trip beyond the city. And this case. Cal. Ray just needed clean air.
A dirty parking lot would have to do. He gulped in oxygen until his nostrils weren’t stinging and his blood wasn’t hot with the need to hunt, and then he turned, unsurprised to hear Cal approaching. He was dressed today, in a tight t-shirt and jeans. How considerate of him. He looked good, but it was nothing to how he smelled, and he was studying Ray so carefully that Ray wanted to ask what he looked like to Cal, if he shined.
“So Penn looked it up in the car, and she says there’s a werewolf who lives in the woods outside of town that this guy tried to beat up in a biker bar a few months ago.”
He didn’t seem to be reacting any differently than he always did to Ray’s presence, so Ray nodded slowly, returning to the present. “The case was pending.” He paid attention to werewolf cases, rare as they were. This one had been a simple assault charge, or not so simple, as the charge had been against the human.
“So…” Cal shifted, came closer, bright and immediately calming with his echoes of cottoncandybubblegum. Childhood pleasure in what was in front of him. Need. No fear.
Why him? Ray almost asked himself again, but couldn’t when the funhouse, carnival midway scent of Cal was so near and dear to him. He was probably staring, mooning, but for once Cal didn’t seem to notice.
“Maybe it’s not related, but she says you have to check it out.” Cal shifted position again, staring out at the cars and the road and not Ray. They weren’t touching, but when Ray glanced down he could see his shoes getting covered in glitter. Cal abruptly, finally looked at him again, reading something in Ray’s face that made him sigh.
“What?” Ray wondered. It was as close as he could get to asking the rest, what Cal saw when he looked at him. There was too much hope in his voice as it was. Cal sighed again, then shook his head.
“So I was thinking…” Cal paused, rolling one hand and trying to look more beautiful, or persuasive, Ray wasn’t sure, but he managed to do both. “…Road trip?” he asked finally, then hopped when Ray lifted one brow. It wasn’t a no and they both knew it. “Sweet! I call shotgun!”
Damn Ray wanted to smile. He had to fight to sound stern, to wonder where his dark mood had gone.
“No way. You take the back again.” Then he stopped, looking past the yellow tape and over at poor Benedict, who still looked queasy, then to Penn, who was watching them from the car. He looked back into green and gold and chocolate eyes. Shiny. Yes, Cal was shiny to him. “You sure you want to ride in a car with a savage, murderous werewolf, Petunia?”
Cal wrinkled his nose. It was irritatingly cute.
“You want to ride in a car with a hyper, weak, no good half-fairy, Fifi?” he inquired smoothly, then danced toward the car with a crazy pirouette.
Ray grinned after him, faintly.
“You forgot slutty,” he shouted.
“Please!” Cal didn’t even bother to turn back to him. “Pixies are way sluttier. Besides, half-fairy, remember?”
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Act fast with a request and I'll commentfic them for you. :P
On a semi-related note, Cal would totally suck dick for Skittles.
I know right? I wish I had something deeper to add, but I don't, so, cracky Some Kind of Magic EXCERPT:
Ray scratched his nose, tried to clear his senses, but then moved when he couldn’t. He headed out, pushing past Ross without an apology and ignoring his offers of help.
He just needed out. Now. Fresh air. It had been too long since a hunt, or a trip beyond the city. And this case. Cal. Ray just needed clean air.
A dirty parking lot would have to do. He gulped in oxygen until his nostrils weren’t stinging and his blood wasn’t hot with the need to hunt, and then he turned, unsurprised to hear Cal approaching. He was dressed today, in a tight t-shirt and jeans. How considerate of him. He looked good, but it was nothing to how he smelled, and he was studying Ray so carefully that Ray wanted to ask what he looked like to Cal, if he shined.
“So Penn looked it up in the car, and she says there’s a werewolf who lives in the woods outside of town that this guy tried to beat up in a biker bar a few months ago.”
He didn’t seem to be reacting any differently than he always did to Ray’s presence, so Ray nodded slowly, returning to the present. “The case was pending.” He paid attention to werewolf cases, rare as they were. This one had been a simple assault charge, or not so simple, as the charge had been against the human.
“So…” Cal shifted, came closer, bright and immediately calming with his echoes of cottoncandybubblegum. Childhood pleasure in what was in front of him. Need. No fear.
Why him? Ray almost asked himself again, but couldn’t when the funhouse, carnival midway scent of Cal was so near and dear to him. He was probably staring, mooning, but for once Cal didn’t seem to notice.
“Maybe it’s not related, but she says you have to check it out.” Cal shifted position again, staring out at the cars and the road and not Ray. They weren’t touching, but when Ray glanced down he could see his shoes getting covered in glitter. Cal abruptly, finally looked at him again, reading something in Ray’s face that made him sigh.
“What?” Ray wondered. It was as close as he could get to asking the rest, what Cal saw when he looked at him. There was too much hope in his voice as it was. Cal sighed again, then shook his head.
“So I was thinking…” Cal paused, rolling one hand and trying to look more beautiful, or persuasive, Ray wasn’t sure, but he managed to do both. “…Road trip?” he asked finally, then hopped when Ray lifted one brow. It wasn’t a no and they both knew it. “Sweet! I call shotgun!”
Damn Ray wanted to smile. He had to fight to sound stern, to wonder where his dark mood had gone.
“No way. You take the back again.” Then he stopped, looking past the yellow tape and over at poor Benedict, who still looked queasy, then to Penn, who was watching them from the car. He looked back into green and gold and chocolate eyes. Shiny. Yes, Cal was shiny to him. “You sure you want to ride in a car with a savage, murderous werewolf, Petunia?”
Cal wrinkled his nose. It was irritatingly cute.
“You want to ride in a car with a hyper, weak, no good half-fairy, Fifi?” he inquired smoothly, then danced toward the car with a crazy pirouette.
Ray grinned after him, faintly.
“You forgot slutty,” he shouted.
“Please!” Cal didn’t even bother to turn back to him. “Pixies are way sluttier. Besides, half-fairy, remember?”
Act fast with a request and I'll commentfic them for you. :P
On a semi-related note, Cal would totally suck dick for Skittles.
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It must be that the humans are scared of him. Let me find someone who isn't.
And you know Ray was all, "but Moooooooom" when she first brought it up. Then he just went silent and stared at the floor and dreamed of Bradley Carmichael.
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I also think that Ray's mom would be all worried if his son wasn't getting as much sex as he should be. It's healthy, health is important! And her son is *obviously* a price specimen! She must do something!
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Weirdest thing? How amused I was at the idea of Ray with longish messy teenage hair. I don't know why.
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..which makes it hilarious if Ray is somewhat prim werewolf.
:)
Messy teen hair is always funny?
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Of course he also has the whole abide by the rules, I'm a cop thing going on. Of course...in my head...his dad died and he has a "must take care of everyone" mentality only made worse by his instincts and heightened senses, and if people followed the rules that makes his life at lot easier.
That said, werewolves would so not be able to stay in the closet with other werewolves. It's a good thing most humans don't know how much they can smell/see/hear.
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-->fair and honest warning.:)
Oh, yes, *rules*. There is time and a place for running naked and peeing in the bushes. And he just doesn't want to talk about Cal and his sex life with his mom.
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Right up until he realizes that Cal doesn't mind when he lets his hair down. heh. So to speak.
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Interspecies? Whatever. You know what I mean.
Crazy naked werewolf man = camping!
..I have stopped making sense. awesome.
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They're all alone in the woods, who's going to know? I bet that's Cal's favorite part of camping, except that the woods are cold and he doesn't like to be naked and cold. He'd be super clingy in the sleeping bag all the time.
Ray Ray bring me s'mores!
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That, and 24 hour nudity.
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Because that dirt he enjoys.
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