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Post by rabble on Nov 16, 2013 22:21:47 GMT -8
1. dice The dice rolled.
Right across the tabletop, making a soft sound as they tumbled on the wooden table. Soon after the air was saturated with doors being kicked in and gunfire and curses and pained screams. Oliver was a city cop mixed in with the invading team of police, and while they had shouted for the gambling men to surrender, they instead fought back.
And rolled.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion as he pulled the trigger on his pistol, the bullet leaving the chamber and finding a new home in a criminal’s chest. There wasn’t any time to think, at this point it was him or them. He pulled the trigger again and again, until every last one of criminals fell.
Then the dice went still.
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Post by rabble on Nov 16, 2013 22:41:18 GMT -8
2. fireflies It was beautiful; there was no doubt in his mind. Oliver was sitting on the side of a lake as he watched the sunset and the fireflies dancing about, not saying a word as he leaned back against a tree and held his lover in his arms. At some point the slightly smaller man fell asleep and relaxed against him fully, and he couldn’t help but smile as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the other’s head. What he didn’t know was that his boyfriend was merely pretending, the other knowing that he only showed this soft side of himself in brief flashes, like the glimmer of a firefly.
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Post by rabble on Nov 16, 2013 22:49:54 GMT -8
3. blood ’Oh God, please no,’ Oliver mentally begged, any words caught in his throat and his body momentarily frozen. On the ground before him his lover was splayed out across the kitchen floor, blood pooled below him and a horrible-looking wound on his forehead. Soon as he snapped out of it he rushed forward, his heart pounding away in his chest as he placed his fingers on the man’s neck and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a strong pulse. Up close he noticed some other strange things as well, such as the blood looking a little too watery and the wound itself almost looking like rubber. And when he reached out to touch it, he damn near jumped out of his skin when his boyfriend suddenly yelled out and grabbed his arm before bursting out in laughter.
“You son of a bitch! Next time I’ll just let you rot,” he snapped in anger, his cheeks flushed as his blood rushed through his veins. The cop stormed off as well, slamming the door behind him before he collapsed in his office chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
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