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19 July 2009 @ 12:03 pm
outlaws by nature  
Viewing of recent pictures, intake of fandom crack, and fondness of Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins (if you are a fan, I'm really sorry) led to one thing and the other, and well.




Insolence and offense often dissolve into attraction, some may say. The blonde head clashed with the brunette, but it was better in some sense.

Hair and height contrasting each other totally, these two devoured each other at every chance they could get. If it couldn't be satisfied with touch, then with sight and then with scent, taste and so forth. No amount of misfortune therefore could withhold them from one another, except of course, law enforcement and thus imprisonment.

"How could you depart from me," Princess Leight Meestrie wondered aloud, "leaving me with this symbol of a bag, embroidered with a bird expressing freedom, when you have none of it?"

She remained pontificating by her lonesome. Soon she recalled their last meeting fondly and as such, proceeded to daydream.

-

"Why dare risking so much, when injustice is rightfully sought out and fought against--face to face mind you--daily? Where is your virtue?" Surrounded by haggard, older men who, with all due respect, were thoroughly immersed in their foaming drinks and creaking sitting devices, Princess Leight felt at ease enough to speak her mind. Blake Mickey Wrangley disagreed completely, but she, however, did not let it show as much.

"Please," she scoffed, "I'd explain all and more, if you'd just take a seat and--"

"I will do no such thing."

"Please," she repeated more seriously, "I'd like it." Blake gave a solid singular stare.

Leight Meestrie had willpower and lots of it. At the moment though, she could not conjure any. "All right. But don't think it means anything."

"The bombs you saw are mine, yes, but they are not what you think."

"Oh, I just knew it. I--"

"They're biological and time-release," Blake went on proudly while Leight Meestrie went stock still. "That way, all those who committed misdeeds will feel the weight from their actions ten-fold." She gathered her hands on the table. "Painfully, I might add."

The atmosphere in the crowded bar was anything but stagnant, but to one customer, the levels dropped considerably.

Princess Leight mustered courage from depths untold. "Is that what you're preparing for? Others' pain?"

"No, absolutely not. Is that what you think of this, merely a sadomasochistic act? Oh, dear you, you have much to be educated upon. Allow me to help in that endeavor."

"If that is you, what you understandably and essentially are as a being--this cold and unfeeling with a boisterously handsome smile--I'll walk away right now and never look back." Leight took a breath, gulping down what appeared to be gathered saliva and went on, "Before any of that hasty decision-making, I must ask one thing." Leight uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. "All those dead bodies--"

"Bodies?! Now you think me a monster?"

She threw her hands down in defeat, still leaned in. "I positively do not get any of this then."

"Let me tell you." Blake moved her hand underneath the table and inched her fingertips along the edge of Leight's leg, uncovering fabric. "They are rubber cannons meant to release gaseous toxins, which is meant to buckle knees, then disorient nearby passersby, pets, civilians, you name it." She reached her inner thigh and Leight's breath hitched. "And they go down." Fingers made their point rather aggressively making her twitch, the leg not touched, and sometimes nerve endings react oppositely. "No harm done."

Leight's eyes grew considerably wider. Fascinating as the information was, nothing could distract her from what the hand now between her legs weren't yet doing. "And you say," she gulped again before continuing, "everyone will be fine?"

"Nothing a little reflection upon the soul won't fix," Blake provided with a smile. Leight assisted the hand's imminent destination by edging farther off of her seat. "But what about bruising?" She couldn't help querying, "The people will fall and--"

"That's enough talk." Blake roughly removed her hand and returned it back to her lap. "Too much private talk in a public place."

Leight Meestrie tried her utter hardest not to visibly react; instead she recoiled completely into her seat. It was a different reaction altogether.

"You can't possibly mean that," she said, recrossing her legs, "All these people are potential victims to you anyway. What respect do you have for them? What dignity do you possess?"

Blake shrugged. Her expression was nearing apathy. "Perhaps it is just true righteousness which drives me and I follow." Blake leaned in this time. "But there is one thing you forget."

"And what could that possibly be?"

"I possess love for you that drives the moon to envy."

If the princess could at that very second remember all that had been foretold to her about an unassuming prince-like figure approaching her and taking her heart for ransom, wherein the only hope of release would be the willingness to accept one's words as truth and bask in the glow that is, and came to be, in front of her, then she did. She basked.

"And that," Blake grunted, covering Leight's hands in her own, "is why it is all worth the risk."

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I DRANK ALL FIVE, BITCH: heart wants what it wants.mystupidhope on July 19th, 2009 04:20 pm (UTC)
omg lol
blelen blan: default.one6two6 on July 20th, 2009 03:29 am (UTC)
:)
Sandy: bleightonicecreamth0u_art_that on July 19th, 2009 06:57 pm (UTC)
Oh, dear you, you have much to be educated upon.
I'm stealing that line for conversational use.
Also, LMAO.
blelen blan: default.one6two6 on July 20th, 2009 03:29 am (UTC)
Hah, awesomeness!
WHOLE FOODS IS CORPORAAAAAAATE: Blake. Literally. Inside. Leighton.bartzina13 on July 19th, 2009 11:36 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, this is incredible. I am seriously blown away over here. Still Life With Sparrow officially wins the internets forever.
blelen blan: default.one6two6 on July 20th, 2009 03:30 am (UTC)
Whaaaat *is pleased and flattered*
effulgency <3: { blair } ggeffulgency on July 20th, 2009 03:23 am (UTC)
This is just wonderful. I only half know what is going on, but I still love it. The ending is perfection itself.
blelen blan: default.one6two6 on July 20th, 2009 03:31 am (UTC)
LOL I hope it wasn't too confusing?

Thanks.
daenerys26 on July 20th, 2009 08:49 am (UTC)
*de-lurks* Oh hai, new favorite person ever.

WIN.
blelen blan: default.one6two6 on July 20th, 2009 05:41 pm (UTC)
\o/!