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ap0cryphalTitle: "Echolocation"
Challenge/Prompt: #86 / Cover
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Characters/Pairings: N/A
Rating:PG-13 / K+
Warnings: (ultra) Violence
Disclaimer: Original work, my own stuffs, etc.
Summary: She's straight edge. He's not, so much.
Author's Notes: i started thinking about cover songs and everything just went downhill from there.
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She's straight edge. Solemn workaholic.
A shiv for every occasion, a prayer for every casualty. Kris: deposed regent. Scalpel: drunk surgeon. Icepick to forehead: overly intimate psychotherapist.
She's straight edge. He's not, so much.
His works sing whimsy and misfortune. Death by falling piano, cyanide sweet hyacinth, bullet to brain then stake to heart.
Playing at courtship, he murders with precision. Just once. Mozambique drill for a mercenary: bang bang boom.
"Ever heard NIN, Vegas lounge style?" he says on their first date. "Like that. But opposite."
"My turn, yes?" She smiles, eyes on passing waiter's jugular, calculating fork trajectories.
~
Challenge/Prompt: #86 / Cover
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Characters/Pairings: N/A
Rating:PG-13 / K+
Warnings: (ultra) Violence
Disclaimer: Original work, my own stuffs, etc.
Summary: She's straight edge. He's not, so much.
Author's Notes: i started thinking about cover songs and everything just went downhill from there.
~
She's straight edge. Solemn workaholic.
A shiv for every occasion, a prayer for every casualty. Kris: deposed regent. Scalpel: drunk surgeon. Icepick to forehead: overly intimate psychotherapist.
She's straight edge. He's not, so much.
His works sing whimsy and misfortune. Death by falling piano, cyanide sweet hyacinth, bullet to brain then stake to heart.
Playing at courtship, he murders with precision. Just once. Mozambique drill for a mercenary: bang bang boom.
"Ever heard NIN, Vegas lounge style?" he says on their first date. "Like that. But opposite."
"My turn, yes?" She smiles, eyes on passing waiter's jugular, calculating fork trajectories.
~
