'Cause I can see in the Dark.
Title:
And I can not feel a thing.
Author:
zoedriver
Beta : myself, but thanks to
eide_oconrad
&
eledh_3
that they read it for me \u0026lt;3
Fandom: Angel Characters
: Darla & Lindsey (from the second season \u0026lt;3) [also refers to Angel \u0026lt;3]
Rating: NC-17 (pft!)
Warning: graphic sex, bad grammar.
Word Count: 1097
Notes: Written more for the Third
P0rn Fest, new ficcina! The prompr this time is: Angel, Darla / Lindsey, "She's pretty as a picture, she's like a golden ring" (LA - Christian Kane). Lind was a great love of the last part of 2009 \u0026lt;3 \u0026lt;3 \u0026lt;3 The whole storyline Lindsey / Darla / Angel I think it's the best series so far, and is by no means a bad series! I was very uncertain about this fic, but in the end I left reassured by the two above girlie xD I hope there's some fans around! \u0026lt;3 Title of the song that is prompt, LA Song by Christian Kane or Himself or Whedon boh xD
She has eyes like blades of glass or ice, but ice green glass or sharp, and look how she looks, because he has hair, skin and eyes that smell of death and smell bad.
Now that the love is not the same or less like best? The love again?
With still some signs of burning on the face, Darla, sipping his scotch as Lindsay has never seen him do any businessman. Whatever the ideas of ordinary people or vampires moralizing, this was an extraordinary woman. What then to think about not going and not going to understand it, is another matter, that's what Lindsay has always done, with that incomprehensible grin on his face and big glassy eyes, and is certain that she had thought, and it is certain that she has understood her - her terror. Without doubt, this was an extraordinary woman. That woman would have taken the extraordinary fear, yes, he would be deprived of its limit, the face and eyes glazed over. This is all that matters to Lindsey, now.
For this and a thousand other reasons - oh, Lindsey, oh, damned soul - when she is close with his sharp eyes and bites his ear, Lindsey does not leave for fear of lust but for the merger.
So when Darla replied with a smile, that are months that are always at the same point and she is everything except a woman patient, and supports a kiss on the lips much sweeter than you would like, Lindsey takes only the shoulder as he can, and stares demanding his attention. And as if to say the most important thing in the world.
"This is what we do. I understand it, that's all you can do. You make me what you're together and took it away and destroy and then destroy all that want to destroy. "Amen. Lindsey is not one who hesitates. Even Darla.
Darla laughs on two feet. says he would never do that, says no. And his hand? says, but Lindsey does not want to be afraid and do not want to be without that thing that will make him feel happy, that thing, whatever it is that Darla is not, nor is it him, not because Lindsey knows just what love is. And Darla
: not gonna happen, Lindsey. And laughs and laughs, because she laughs, because it is too alone to feel compassion and always has been in all its forms alone, all alone. It 's always been alone, and Lindsey says - oh , Lindsey, oh, damned soul - It was not him, not his fault, not the hand, is not the face or hardening, the fault is still boring, banal paradox, twist,
Him " And he who want it? Him you want to make? Together we would do together! If I could do what you do! " Lindsey would raise about two feet and be able to - oh
, Lindsey, oh, damned soul - destroy all quell'arredamento and find a nice, big piece of wood and make it over, it's over, that if she does not want it then you do not want nobody else, will not want nothing, nothing, nothing and his face disfigured with rage will be the last thing you see and nothing else, that great whore, nothing would ever ever seen, nothing would have chosen if not him - Lindsey knows that reaction would any other man, knows that any woman would react and know that Darla and reaction will also know that not convince you, he knew before setting foot in the house, convinced that he would not before and would not have convinced hours , which also lacks a heart in the chest, to think that all in all it was a really depressing prospect, but, like the bad lawyers, was groped at least.
She nods, play with him as he would with food, because would do, extraordinary woman without culture and education, damn ugly cow, with her perfect hair and perfect nose, sits on his lap and kissed him, kissed him deeply, kissing him how to kiss a statue, a piece of iron, then Lindsey grabs her head and answered, and violent and if she had not she would run or cry, thank God it is you and nobody else. Meanwhile, she raises her skirt up and straddled him and unbuttoning his pants blacks without even looking at his hands, this extraordinary woman, the legendary beauty, and Lindsey recognize it, but it is not certain to be moved, as beautiful as a picture, like a ring of gold, the perfect skin, perfect hair, and is now inside her that is upon him, and he has his eyes closed, but the feeling I heard it when she changes her face and loses all its beauty, the whole , and approaches the neck and leave him to do, because he knew, he knew, he knew, this is what you need and the end is rather unlikely to kill him.
It hurt at first, but Lindsey has never been afraid of the pain. Darla is what it is, distorted perspective and seductive on objective facts. Lindsey has always had the suspicion that it would be really helpful and fears that should they kill, there would be no one in the world capable of killing Angel. This is the first spontaneous thought in the last hour and injure him.
And we do not think that thing just died and its beautiful arts seducer who smell like rotting soul. And then the look and change your mind, this is his problem, you and him have the power to change his mind and feels in danger and alone, more alone.
A deja-vu. Darla Lindsey looks, with its monster face and loves it, because that makes him feel less alone and less delusional, more just, less alone. And
biach, bloody kisses teeth and wrinkles of the evil demon and kisses and death, and please do not do it, now does not see it more as a tool, but it's the way he sees himself, as if the distorted perspective and seductive than she had hold of him and feels small. While the look and love is.
He rubbed his forehead with his hand. It was like a lifetime since the last time someone rifutava something.
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