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Displays (Soft)
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larathiaTitle: Displays
Challenge/Prompt: #162: Soft
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original: Ghost Garden
Characters/Pairings: Youki/Neil
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Mine, all mine, except for Neil who is Rose's.
Summary: Ghost Garden has a large cast; the chief tech wizard and the chief...well, wizard...are sort of a Thing.
Author's Notes: And Youki is not and has never been a very nice person.
Youki had, over the years, encountered breathtaking vistas and luxuries of every kind. It went with the job, and while he kept track of it in the same way a diehard gamer keeps track of his kill score, it didn't really matter to him.
Neil, on the other hand, mattered very much. 'Young' and 'pretty' mattered, of course, in the same way 'wealth' mattered. What mattered more was mine. Displays like rubbing suntan oil into his soft skin were fun, but what counted was Neil dropping into his lap at the end of the day - and no one else's.
Challenge/Prompt: #162: Soft
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original: Ghost Garden
Characters/Pairings: Youki/Neil
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Mine, all mine, except for Neil who is Rose's.
Summary: Ghost Garden has a large cast; the chief tech wizard and the chief...well, wizard...are sort of a Thing.
Author's Notes: And Youki is not and has never been a very nice person.
Youki had, over the years, encountered breathtaking vistas and luxuries of every kind. It went with the job, and while he kept track of it in the same way a diehard gamer keeps track of his kill score, it didn't really matter to him.
Neil, on the other hand, mattered very much. 'Young' and 'pretty' mattered, of course, in the same way 'wealth' mattered. What mattered more was mine. Displays like rubbing suntan oil into his soft skin were fun, but what counted was Neil dropping into his lap at the end of the day - and no one else's.