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17 August 2011 @ 09:02 pm
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1. Hi world! ♥ First thing, thanks so much for the birthday wishes everyone. They so made my day even more awesome and I love you all. ♥ I think I replied to everyone? If I didn't, it means that I missed it. <3

2. I was about to do a very long post with catching up and fic recs, but I need to finish packing in order to go to the grandparents' in Sicily and it'd take me too much time. Anyway I'll be internet-less except for daily internet point time from the 20th, but since I'm leaving tomorrow and I'll spend a day of doing utterly nothing at the other grandparents' place before I go, I figured I could do that post tomorrow. And meanwhile, entertain myself with this, which I haven't done for ages and will give me something to do tomorrow evening as well.

So, stolen from toestastegood and lenina20, have some random comment porn!:

1. Give me a pairing (or character, or the name of a show) and a prompt (a word, a phrase, a situation, an emotion, a few lines from a song or, hell, even an entire song) and I will do my best to write you a snippet based on your request.

2. Post to your own little corner of LJ offering to write snippets for people, thus spreading the joys of comment porn.

3. Sit back, relax and enjoy the porny goodness. \o/

* You don’t have to offer to write snippets for other people if you leave a request.

** Snippets don’t necessarily have to be porny, comment fic is just as much fun. As is a rambling stream of consciousness type thing about how character x and character y meet and why they would get on like a house on fire – whatever comes bouncing into your brain is a-okay.

*** If you’re one of those people who have a big old ‘friend of’ list then you might want to put a limit on the number of requests you’re willing to write.

I'm leaving tomorrow and then I'll have to kill time on a boat for eight hours when I go to Sicily - I might as well entertain myself.

Fandoms: Lost (all pairings except Jack/Kate, Sawyer/Juliet and Ben/anyone), SPN (anything except Alistair and Meg pairings or Cas/people that aren't Dean/Sam/Balthazar), Vampire porn Diaries (Damon/Alaric preferred but whatever, I'll go with anything), Dark Tower series (heck, any King book you want provided that I've read it), A Song of Ice and Fire (books based - I'll give anything a shot but please no pairings involving Cersei and/or Littlefinger and please no prompts that include Theon and non-con scenarios XD), Deadwood, Chuck, Six Feet Under, Sirens, The Three Musketeers (book based). If there's something you know I like and isn't in the list feel free to throw the prompt at me - if I can't manage it I'll just ask for another.
feeling: busybusy
on rotation: random mozart
888mph888mph on August 17th, 2011 07:14 pm (UTC)
Dean/Cas and the word is stop. XD

And, btw, buon cumpleanno! (that's how you say in italian, right?)
the female ghost of tom joad: tangerinesjanie_tangerine on August 17th, 2011 07:26 pm (UTC)
Yes it's like that ;) thank you! :D

(the porn will arrive as soon as I have it. ;) )
Shonatoestastegood on August 17th, 2011 07:18 pm (UTC)
Jon Snow/Robb Stark, summer is coming
the female ghost of tom joad: GoTjanie_tangerine on August 17th, 2011 08:46 pm (UTC)
filled, light NC17, no title because I can't freaking come up with one, 1/2
There are still some remnants of snow, when Jon leaves the Wall. Spring has come a long time ago, but the Wall is always cold, even in summer.

The folded paper he's keeping in his pocket feels heavier than the supplies he brought for the journey. It's what permits him to ride at all; if not for that warrant that Robb signed, there'd be nothing saying that he hasn't deserted. His clothes are still all black. He can barely imagine himself wearing normal ones again.

Winterfell looks different, from afar; he doesn't know what it is exactly that makes it look so. Maybe it's knowing his father isn't its lord anymore, or maybe it's knowing who is now; most probably it's just that it's been years since he saw it and his mind is playing tricks with him.

He rides slowly to the gates; the grass is so green that the sight almost hurts his eyes, and he can't remember seeing so many flowers blooming in years. It really is spring, isn't it. On the Wall it didn't make a difference.

He doesn't recognize the guards at the gates, but then again didn't most of the people he knew die in King's Landing when they followed his father? It only makes sense that he doesn't recognize most of them.

At the gate, he hands the paper to the first guard he sees. He's escorted inside, but instead of leading him to the main door, he's brought the one leading to the kitchens. The guard leads him where Robb's old room used to be and tells him to wait; Jon does. He's somewhat perplexed, though; he hadn't expected to be welcomed the way his father welcomed Robert Baratheon years ago, but he doesn't understand this need for secrecy. Robb freed him from his vows and ordered him back here, so it's not as if Jon is a traitor - why keeping everything so hidden?

Before he can start wondering whether Robb feels somewhat ashamed of Jon's surname now, the door opens and Robb walks in.

Jon can't help smiling at the sight - Robb looks older than he did when they parted, but his hair is still bright red and his smile is still the same. It isn't changed, Jon knows that.

"Your Grace," Jon starts, and Robb shakes his head before closing a hand on his shoulder.

"None of that, Jon. I was hoping at least you wouldn't call me like that."

"So how should I address the King in the North?" Jon asks, keeping his tone light enough.

"The same way you always did," Robb answers.

Then both of his hands are on Jon's shoulders and Jon's back is against the wall, Robb's mouth crushing against his. Jon doesn't resist for a second, his body remembering the motions even if they haven't seen each other in years. He buries his hand in the hair at the base of Robb's skull and feels him moaning inside the kiss - so Jon still knows where to touch him. Robb's mouth is insistent and his tongue tries to reach as far as possible, and Jon kisses back with the same urgency. When Robb's hands reach for his neck and tear away his clothes Jon can't help laughing against Robb's neck.

"Careful, I only have so many clothes with me."

"If I have my saying, you'll never wear black ever again," Robb answers before proceeding to throw what remains of Jon's tunic to the corner of the room. Jon's heart beats faster at that, and while Robb's hands do the same service to his breeches, Jon gets rid of the gray cloak Robb was wearing. When they fall on the bed the clothes are scattered all over the floor. Jon notices that Robb's chest isn't marred just with the kind of scars you get while sparring - there's one that was most probably because of an arrow wound on his shoulder that is still faintly pink. Jon himself is full of sparring scars and sword ones, not to mention the burns on his arm from when he saved the Lord Commander. While Robb studies his arm Jon leans up and kisses the scar on his shoulder, and then Robb's hands are on his wrists and Robb is kissing him again, so hard that Jon is half-sure it'll bruise.
imora_mi_savur: Gabriel 1imora_mi_savur on August 17th, 2011 07:25 pm (UTC)
Can I request SPN Sam/Gabriel (or if you really don't want to write that Dean/Cas would probably work with this prompt too... maybe :S)

Based on "Anthem of the Angels" by Breaking Benjamin.

Here's a link with music and lyrics if you don't know it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QB3pxBDZvf4

srsly, I heard this the first time about a week after watching Hammer of the Gods and thought it was perfect for them but just can't seem to get around to writing it myself :(
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural gabrieljanie_tangerine on August 17th, 2011 07:33 pm (UTC)
Mmh I can give it a try as long as you're okay with probably a bunch of angst and not many chances of actual porn? Mostly for me that ship is more angst than anything else so I can't guarantee that it'd end up being of the feel good kind. But I can totally give it a shot. :)
Giulia: Spn_DeanCas_have eaten my braine0wyn on August 17th, 2011 07:33 pm (UTC)
Sicilia, che bello *_________* C'ho lasciato il cuore anni fa *sigh* Dove di preciso?

Prompt, che bello#2 XD
Dean/Cas, "You're the most infuriating person (but you make me feel alive)".
Puoi interpretarla come una frase che viene detta (ho deciso di mettere la seconda parte tra parentesi perchè può venir pronunciata o fatta capire in altre maniere) ma anche come uno state of mind generale ;)
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural + nick cave = otpjanie_tangerine on August 17th, 2011 07:36 pm (UTC)
MI PIACE IL PROMPT *__* *apre word* arriva entro poco, si spera XD

Purtroppo per me il paese di mia nonna è in provincia di Messina ovvero la zona più desolante di tutta quell'isola XD e sta pure a quaranta minuti dal mare, maledizione ;) vabbe', mi consolerò con la granita ;) ;)
(no subject) - e0wyn on August 17th, 2011 07:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
fill, no title yet, dean/cas, NC17, 1/3 - janie_tangerine on August 31st, 2011 04:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: fill, no title yet, dean/cas, NC17, 2/3 - janie_tangerine on August 31st, 2011 04:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: fill, no title yet, dean/cas, NC17, 3/3 - janie_tangerine on August 31st, 2011 04:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: fill, no title yet, dean/cas, NC17, 3/3 - e0wyn on August 31st, 2011 08:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: fill, no title yet, dean/cas, NC17, 3/3 - dotfic on September 8th, 2011 03:28 am (UTC) (Expand)
Big Bag of Weirdgehirnstuerm on August 17th, 2011 07:51 pm (UTC)
Oh noes! I totally missed it! Happy belated birthday!
the female ghost of tom joad: ILUjanie_tangerine on August 17th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
No worries, I forget birthdays all the time. ;) thank you! :D
cassiopeia7: Cas&Dean: smoochcassiopeia7 on August 17th, 2011 08:14 pm (UTC)
Happy Birthday once again! (Your present is under construction!)

Dean/Cas, please.
Lyrics (and I bet you recognize those lyrics, too) as follows:

Men spend their whole lives
Waiting praying for their big reward
But it seems sometimes
The payoff leaves you feeling
Like a dirty whore
If I could choose the way I'll die
Make it by the gun or knife
'Cause the other way there's too much pain
Night after night after night

And hey, enjoy beautiful Sicily! I hope that the taking of many photographs will be involved. When you're not writing hot porn, that is. ;)

Edited at 2011-08-17 08:15 pm (UTC)
the female ghost of tom joad: jooooon ammorejanie_tangerine on August 17th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)

Well, pictures of my grandmother's place wouldn't be what I'd call gorgeous but I can see what I can do. ;)

and thanks again! <3333
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ozmissage: GOT. Jon. look back with no remorse.ozmissage on August 17th, 2011 09:12 pm (UTC)
Jon/Sam- I'll be your brother now.
the female ghost of tom joad: zombies are always relevantjanie_tangerine on August 19th, 2011 09:32 pm (UTC)
filled, jon/sam, no title yet, NC17, 1/3
This is like, abnormally long. Also I don't have the books rn and I didn't remember how sleeping arrangements were, so I asked on Twitter and that's what everyone agreed on. If it was different let's just pretend Jon always had his own bunk.

Sam waits until dinner is over before heading for Jon’s barrack.

Or better, he waits for dinner to be over and a good hour to pass. He feels bad for waiting, but he doesn’t have the nerve to risk being caught. Maybe nothing would happen, but he’d rather not chance anything, not when the reason he’s going at all is Ser Thorne.

Well, Sam never claimed to be the kind of person braving danger at any occasion.

Still, this evening the more or less usual altercation between Jon and Ser Thorne during dinner was worse than usual, and Jon had looked quite beat when leaving the hall. It hasn’t happened in a while, though, which is why Sam is worrying and why he’s trying to get to Jon’s barrack without being noticed. Surprisingly enough, he doesn’t encounter too many obstacles; no one tried to stop him when he left the common room. The yard is almost empty except for whoever is keeping watch for the night. He keeps his head down and no one stops him either.

He breathes heavily and tries not to run. He’s tempted but it would probably draw attention, and so he keeps on with his pace and breathes out in relief when he gets to the barrack. He knocks – no one answers. When he opens the door, there’s only Ghost inside. For a second Sam worries that the direwolf might start barking and give him out, but Ghost doesn’t make a noise, merely looks at him. It’s as friendly an expression as a direwolf can have; Sam walks inside and Ghost doesn’t object. Sam smiles at that; he kind of likes the idea that the direwolf might understand why Sam is actually here. Ghost doesn’t retreat when Sam reaches out to pet his side, either; and that’s how Jon finds them a couple of minutes later, when he comes back inside.

“Sam?” he asks, sounding surprised, but not loud enough for anyone to hear.

“Uh, yes. I hope I’m not – see, it’s that… I wanted to, well, see how you were doing. You know. After tonight.”

Jon’s shoulders relax slightly as he sits on his bunk, not exactly close but not as far as he could either.

“Thank you, but… it’s fine. I don’t even hear him most of the time anymore. It’s just that sometimes... no, it’s nothing.”

“I dare say it’s more than nothing,” Sam mumbles. It’s obvious from the way Jon is hunching his shoulders, and from how he’s worrying the corner of the cloak he’s wearing in his hands. He never does that when he isn’t upset.

“Fine. I guess I can’t hide anything from you, can I? It’s that, I didn’t come here because of my family. I came here because of all the rest. I mean, even if I had a different surname, none of my brothers ever treated like less than one, but the world doesn’t work that way. When I decided to come here, I thought that it wouldn’t matter anymore. Your surname shouldn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Not for everyone. I thought I could leave it behind, but whenever Thorne opens his mouth I get a reminder that I can’t.”

Sam understands that well enough, even if in his case he’d have been lucky not to have been a legitimate firstborn, but he shuts his mouth about that. “If – if it makes you feel better, I might have lost the one brother I had, but I don’t regret who I changed him with.”

It’s just then that Sam realizes that at some point his hand covered Jon’s – he has no memory whatsoever of moving it.

If he takes it away now maybe he can still try to pass it off as an accident, but Jon hasn’t flinched or moved his own hand away either.
Re: filled, jon/sam, no title yet, NC17, 2/3 - janie_tangerine on August 19th, 2011 09:38 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: filled, jon/sam, no title yet, NC17, 3/3 - janie_tangerine on August 19th, 2011 09:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: filled, jon/sam, no title yet, NC17, 3/3 - ozmissage on August 21st, 2011 04:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: filled, jon/sam, no title yet, NC17, 3/3 - janie_tangerine on August 21st, 2011 09:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: filled, jon/sam, no title yet, NC17, 3/3 - mullu on October 17th, 2011 05:13 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: filled, jon/sam, no title yet, NC17, 3/3 - janie_tangerine on October 17th, 2011 08:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
ciaimpala: mattjackjordanciaimpala on August 17th, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC)
Ooo yay!!!

How about some Jack/Boone, after the church scene :)
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jack/boone HUUUUGGG ;____; <33janie_tangerine on August 21st, 2011 09:25 am (UTC)
It isn’t a surprise when after the light there’s the island. Same as it was when they crashed on it, except that this time there aren’t Others or traps or beechcrafts to fall on him, and Boone is perfectly content with it.

Especially the beechcraft bit. Not that he’s upset about that any more, he had an afterlife to get over it, but it’s still good to know he won’t have to lay his eyes on that thing again.

He doesn’t even mind the whole realizing-who’s-your-soulmate thing; it’s not as if any of them ever had a chance to find it in life, and he doesn’t mind being the odd one out. He made peace with it, too. (John doesn’t count – as if no one understood that his soulmate always was the damned island.) Maybe it’s just that he remembered first; he’s had time to get over it.

Then it happens that it lasts one week, and after that week he ends up walking into… enough combinations, to put it mildly. He can’t put it in different terms; apparently everyone decided that the hippie commune way was the one to go, and after all a lot of people here had some kind of tension going on with others, that ended up into nothing. Why not giving it a try?

It’s after he runs into Sun and Kate, Desmond and Sayid and his sister and Sawyer that he takes his decision. It’s the one thing he regrets not having done when he was alive, and considering that at least right now no one is objecting to the hippie commune style of living, then why not just go for it?

Not to mention that it’s ridiculous that somehow he’s the only one not getting any.

So he goes to find Jack. Considering where Kate was the last time he saw her, he’s positive that at least he isn’t with her.

He lucks out – when he finds Jack, he’s alone. Good.

“I was wondering,” Boone says, coming closer. Jack turns to him, nodding, and Boone figures he should just say it straight. He remembers that hug they shared in the church and swallows. That was good enough for him, really, but… well, trying won’t hurt.

“There’s something I wanted to do before, hm, before a plane crashed on me.”


“And it involved you. I was wondering if you’d let me put a remedy to that.”

Boone hopes that Jack gets it without further explanations; there’s a minute in which none of them speaks, and then Jack stands up and moves closer. He doesn’t look angry, which is already a good thing.

“By all means,” Jack says when they’re face to face. His eyes are dark – Boone is starting to think that this is the best idea he had since… well, since he found out he was dead.

Still, it doesn’t mean he’ll have more than one shot at this, and so he makes the most of it. He brings a hand behind Jack’s head, brings Jack’s head down and kisses him. In his fantasies (before he died) it used to be a slow kiss, but he’s past fantasies now and he isn’t in the mood to be patient, either; he crushes their lips together, not wasting time before plunging his tongue forward. He hadn’t expected for Jack’s lips to part so readily that his tongue meets Jack’s first thing, and it’s as hot and wet as he had imagined it’d be. Jack kisses back as fast, and Boone moans when Jack’s teeth graze his bottom lip. Jack’s hands go to his cheeks, and damn but they feel as good as Boone remembers from that time Jack pulled him out of the sea; he doesn’t even think about moving away until he’s completely out of breath. Even when he does pull back, it’s not much; enough to still breathe the same air.

“Was that what you expected?” Jack says against his mouth, and Boone shivers. He has also never thought that Jack could flirt like this, because the tone is obviously flirting, but he thinks he likes it.

“It was, but I think I’d like to do it another time. Just to be sure.”

“Did you just think about kissing?”

Boone can feel his cheeks flushing; Jack’s pupils are blown now, and there’s a cave just behind them.

“Why, I thought it was the most I could hope for. But if you want to have your way, you’re… absolutely welcome to have it.”

He has barely finished speaking when Jack kisses him again. They stumble into the cave still kissing, and when Boone finds his back slammed against stone he doesn’t even flinch. With the way Jack’s tongue is moving against his, he wouldn’t feel it if the entire cave fell on him.
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the female ghost of tom joad: dark tower >> rolandjanie_tangerine on August 21st, 2011 09:27 am (UTC)
surprise!fill: the Dark Tower - A Space Odyssey, PG13, utter crack, 1/3
well, I came up with a surprise prompt for you XD you once mentioned Dark Tower in space AUs if I'm not mistaken? ;)


“This journey isn’t a joke,” Roland says for the umpteenth time, and Eddie asks himself for the umpteenth time what possessed him to say yes.

Right, he remembers, after all it was a possible death sentence against the highly likely chance of dying sucked in by a dark hole that in fifty years or so might eat the Earth if some suicidal fools don’t stop it, and when he was a stupid little kid and Henry still hadn’t been using, he had wanted to be an astronaut.

Then again, when you’re stranded on a spaceship named Ka-Tet (after the name of the entire project – apparently ka means fate in some language Eddie hadn’t caught when being explained), with only three other people and some strange kind of pet for company, you can’t be expected to take everything so goddamn seriously.

Also, Eddie has an idea that no one thinks this little expedition is ever going to work, considering where their boss had gone to find the members and the budget he was given.

Not to mention that if Henry was still alive Eddie would probably kill him himself – one thing is starting to shoot up and bring your little brother along, another is actually do illegal shit and driving while under the influence after stealing a ton of heroin from your dealer, who accidentally works for the mafia, too. Oh, and killing an entire family because of course you don’t watch the lights when you do such a thing. The problem is that Eddie had been in the car too (under the influence as well), and Henry had died on the spot, and no one was going to believe Eddie when he said that he had honestly no idea and that Henry had just dragged him out of the house and into the car.

And then six months later he’s sure they’re going to have his head and this tall, dark and ugly guy who looks like Clint Eastwood and looks at you with eyes that seem to take you apart just by meeting yours comes into his cell and starts blathering. About this dark hole aptly named Dark Tower that might eat the solar system, and then it turns out that he’s some kind of soldier-scientist that seems right out of Terminator and that he has a plan to make the thing implode. Except that no one thinks it’s worth a damn and after the hole ate the last two spaceships that were sent in its way, no competent scientist would risk their neck. Except for said dark, tall and ugly (whose name is Roland, by the way), who has therefore the budget for a small ship and two, maximum three people. Eddie had asked him why the heck was Roland asking him, and the answer had been that Eddie was apparently the only match for all the requirements Roland had put in the search engine among every prisoner sentenced to death or life service in the entire US. And that it also was clear that he hadn’t really done anything of what they were imprisoning him for, which meant that Roland wasn’t bringing a deranged serial killer on the ship.

So Eddie had said yes – hell, if Roland’s crazy plan worked he had saved his life and if not, well, he’d get to live a while longer.

Then he had found out that the same way Roland’s search engine had given him as a result for the inmates, it had also searched in psychiatric wards in hospitals and that’s where Roland had found the second person.

Susannah is a lovely girl, Eddie thinks, who he admires if only because she manages to live on a spaceship without a problem even if on Earth she was stuck on a wheelchair (some crazy serial killer had pushed her under a subway when she was eight or so). Detta, her second personality, is a lot less lovely and curses a lot more, but she had appreciated not being in said psychiatric ward enough to keep on piloting the ship.

Detta is also convinced that Roland and Eddie are fucking. Susannah always apologizes whenever she’s back in control. Eddie never tells her that sometimes he thinks he wouldn’t mind if they were.
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abbylover23: Matthew pretty close up ♥abbylover23 on August 18th, 2011 01:17 am (UTC)
first off, hello new friend! thanks for allowing me to join in the awesome!


have a lovely time in Sicily!
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jack/boone HUUUUGGG ;____; <33janie_tangerine on August 19th, 2011 06:28 pm (UTC)
OH THAT GIF :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD *smiles forever* *whips up obligatory icon* and thank you so much! :DD (and I think we'll get along splendidly ;) )
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C.x: Jacobitsjustc on August 18th, 2011 05:08 pm (UTC)
LOST, Boone/Jacob (and if you do need to use a 'she' as part of the story then use Shannon but she doesn't have to be included)

Prompt -

Edited at 2011-08-18 05:11 pm (UTC)
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jacob iz in ur junglejanie_tangerine on August 31st, 2011 04:26 pm (UTC)
fill, no title yet, jacob, boone & the man in black, PG13, 1/2
First: sorry for the lateness, catching chickenpox totally ruined my writing plans. Second: I hope this suffices? It's not porn and they don't even kiss, but that's how it wanted to happen..


The hotel room felt like a trap and seeing Shannon paint her toenails with all the care in the world after saying that she had just humored him for a short while was threatening to be that straw breaking the camel’s back.

So Boone takes his clothes and shoes and says he’s going for a walk – it’s hours before their plane leaves anyway and the less he’s around her, the better.

The early morning air is fresh and there’s a nice breeze blowing. As he walks through the garden of his four-star hotel, Boone breathes it in as if it could make him feel better. It’s useless and he knows that well enough. If only he had the guts to just leave her there, he thinks, but that’s as useless as breathing fresh air in. He knows he won’t ever do it.

He’s sitting on a bench, staring at some flowers in front of him without seeing them, when someone else sits next to him.

Boone glances at the newcomer. A guy in his thirties, very well built, strangely wearing a suit at seven in the morning, a book in between his hands. He still has all of his hair, a nice shade of blonde that isn’t the same as Shannon’s, which he obviously cuts himself. He also has strange eyes – he’s looking at Boone as if he’s commiserating him. Or something like that.

“Is it that obvious?” Boone asks, forgetting that it’s not exactly what you’d call good manners to start a conversation that way.

“That you got laid and that you didn’t like it? I’m afraid it is,” the newcomer answers, his voice calm.


“You didn’t brush your hair and you have a hickey on your neck, and you put on your shirt on the wrong side. At the same time, you look quite beat up for someone who had a good time.”

“Touché,” Boone mutters, glancing at the book in the stranger’s hand. His thumb is covering the title, but he sees bunnies on the cover and the author’s name is Richard Adams – it has to be Watership Down. “And what brings you here?”

“I like reading on the outside. And no one is usually around at this hour.”

“Well, guess I should leave you to your reading. I have to pack my bags anyway – I have a flight to catch.”

“To where?”

“Los Angeles. Why, you’re catching the same one?”

“Oh, I’m catching a flight, indeed, but not yours. It’d have been quite a coincidence, mr….”

“Don’t bother with that. It’s Boone.”

“Interesting name. I’m Jacob.”

“And isn’t yours interesting, as well?”

Jacob smirks, looking pleased with the answer. “You could say that.”

He closes the book and frees his hand; for a second Boone swears that Jacob is about to touch him, and considering the way he’s smiling… well, he looks as if he’s flirting, and to be entirely honest here, Boone wouldn’t even say no. Guy is nice enough, and he doesn’t look like Shannon at all in spite of the same hair color; he’d even welcome a quick handjob in the next restroom, if only to forget how bitter he feels.

But then Jacob’s hand stops, as if he has just remembered something and he really can’t move it further. They lock eyes for a second and Boone can’t help wondering why Jacob looks almost sorry. Then he retreats his hand completely and takes up the book again.

“Go pack your bags then,” he says, his tone absolutely amiable. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again at some point.”

“Why, you live in Los Angeles?”

“I travel a lot,” Jacob answers, and doesn’t supply more. Boone doesn’t try to shake his hand. He turns and heads for his room, then turns back without any reason to.

Jacob is gone, but the book is on the bench.

Boone doesn’t know why he goes back to pick it up.

When he boards the plane, the book is in the small backpack he brought with him.
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the female ghost of tom joadjanie_tangerine on August 18th, 2011 09:59 pm (UTC)

Just one thing - how far are you in? Because I could set it in ACOK or go AU - if I go for the former I spoil you for the best thing that happens in that book or close to it, so if you haven't gotten there I'll just go AU. ;)
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(no subject) - janie_tangerine on August 19th, 2011 07:43 pm (UTC) (Expand)
true colors, sansa/sandor, pg13, 1/2 - janie_tangerine on August 19th, 2011 06:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: true colors, sansa/sandor, pg13, 2/2 - janie_tangerine on August 19th, 2011 07:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: true colors, sansa/sandor, pg13, 2/2 - janie_tangerine on August 24th, 2011 07:58 am (UTC) (Expand)