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Crimson
0 ReviewsRed would look good on him. [Albel/Cliff]
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Ocean or Cliff. If I offer my sibling's souls can I get one day with him? Please?
Warnings: Yaoi, drabbles. Don't like? Don't read. It's rather simple, yes?
Notes: Written for the LJ interests challenge, this one was for CliAl.
Crimson
by fairady
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Albel did not sleep much at night. He spent the majority of the time leaning in the corner of the room looking and thinking. That night he was thinking about lines. About how much he wanted to drag a claw along them to see what hid beneath.
He looked and imagined it. Albel had always thought Cliff looked best when dressed in blood, be it his own or another's. He was fairly sure that Cliff would look absolutely stunning with the red liquid of his own life seeping from his neck.
Enchanted by the image in his mind, Albel leaned over the sleeping man, clawed hand reaching for his neck. The hand was grabbed before it could get closer, and Albel found himself looking down at a disgruntled yet wide awake Cliff.
"I don't think so freak," Cliff shoved the other man back. "You know I can always feel it when you stare at my neck. Now let me get some sleep."
Albel relented with only a slight frown. Cliff was always more interesting to interact with alive than he would be dead after all.
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Warnings: Yaoi, drabbles. Don't like? Don't read. It's rather simple, yes?
Notes: Written for the LJ interests challenge, this one was for CliAl.
Crimson
by fairady
~
Albel did not sleep much at night. He spent the majority of the time leaning in the corner of the room looking and thinking. That night he was thinking about lines. About how much he wanted to drag a claw along them to see what hid beneath.
He looked and imagined it. Albel had always thought Cliff looked best when dressed in blood, be it his own or another's. He was fairly sure that Cliff would look absolutely stunning with the red liquid of his own life seeping from his neck.
Enchanted by the image in his mind, Albel leaned over the sleeping man, clawed hand reaching for his neck. The hand was grabbed before it could get closer, and Albel found himself looking down at a disgruntled yet wide awake Cliff.
"I don't think so freak," Cliff shoved the other man back. "You know I can always feel it when you stare at my neck. Now let me get some sleep."
Albel relented with only a slight frown. Cliff was always more interesting to interact with alive than he would be dead after all.
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