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enemyofperfectI threw a tiny ancient little ficlet of mine on the AO3. Hurrah, my account there is no longer empty!
Title: v is for
Fandom: White Collar
Characters: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke
Rating: General Audiences
Contains: (skip) Vampirism! Also, no more spoilers than any commercial for the show ever.
Word count: 255
Notes: This was inspired by a kink meme prompt. Several years ago. Arguably, I fail at kink memes.
Summary: Neal knows Peter half suspects him.
Neal knows Peter half suspects him. He can see it in the frowns, the distracted, baffled looks so quickly shaken away in favor of the latest case. Peter doesn't know he knows it yet; the thought can't even begin to occur to him without bogging down in a thousand irrelevancies, and the crucial word has never--quite--formed itself in his mind. But a part of him knows, and has known for so long it fascinates Neal.
It's exciting, to watch Peter hover on the border of understanding; no one has ever come so close before. And it's maddening, to watch a man so intelligent (and there's no doubt that Peter is intelligent) stumble again and again over questions of form, when the truth in all its elegance is staring him in the face. Neal neither assists nor hinders Peter (not in this), but sometimes it is so hard. Not because his secret weighs on him (it doesn't) and not because he's afraid of discovery (the risk doesn't make it less attractive), but because the simplicity of it is so beautiful, and he's had it all to himself for so long.
You see, blood was never more than a metaphor, a symbol, and Neal is a master of symbolism, as well as of manipulation and deceit. He no more drinks from people's veins than he changes form or flees sunlight--that is, not literally.
The only inalterable law of his altered existence is that he takes.
And taking has never been a problem for Neal."
Maybe next I'll put up the Person of Interest fluff of ridiculousness. Definitely not tonight, though; I have this peculiar ambition to get to bed at a semi-reasonable time.
Title: v is for
Fandom: White Collar
Characters: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke
Rating: General Audiences
Contains: (skip) Vampirism! Also, no more spoilers than any commercial for the show ever.
Word count: 255
Notes: This was inspired by a kink meme prompt. Several years ago. Arguably, I fail at kink memes.
Summary: Neal knows Peter half suspects him.
Neal knows Peter half suspects him. He can see it in the frowns, the distracted, baffled looks so quickly shaken away in favor of the latest case. Peter doesn't know he knows it yet; the thought can't even begin to occur to him without bogging down in a thousand irrelevancies, and the crucial word has never--quite--formed itself in his mind. But a part of him knows, and has known for so long it fascinates Neal.
It's exciting, to watch Peter hover on the border of understanding; no one has ever come so close before. And it's maddening, to watch a man so intelligent (and there's no doubt that Peter is intelligent) stumble again and again over questions of form, when the truth in all its elegance is staring him in the face. Neal neither assists nor hinders Peter (not in this), but sometimes it is so hard. Not because his secret weighs on him (it doesn't) and not because he's afraid of discovery (the risk doesn't make it less attractive), but because the simplicity of it is so beautiful, and he's had it all to himself for so long.
You see, blood was never more than a metaphor, a symbol, and Neal is a master of symbolism, as well as of manipulation and deceit. He no more drinks from people's veins than he changes form or flees sunlight--that is, not literally.
The only inalterable law of his altered existence is that he takes.
And taking has never been a problem for Neal."
Maybe next I'll put up the Person of Interest fluff of ridiculousness. Definitely not tonight, though; I have this peculiar ambition to get to bed at a semi-reasonable time.
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Date: 2013-03-17 01:14 pm (UTC)