Title: Everything Silver Fandom/original: Original Characters: Silver Rating: be safe pg13 Word count: 350
There was always something about him that made heads turn; more than the waist length silver hair. It wasn't the quicksilver eyes that flashed emotions that he wouldn't show outwardly. It was subtle as it yelled in your face - up close and personal. It took you, gripped and shook you, all to look at him.
His lithe body, sensual grace and perfectly bowed lips all called to a watcher. Silver was pretty, but there was something more than his feminine androgyny. The way his skin glowed and the sparkle he held in his eyes when you're on his stretcher.
It's like Silver only had eyes for you, made everything better; the pain of finding a vein for the IV drip in the arm, pain so bad it made stars dance behind closed lids. Nothing felt as good as when that seductive nurse placed his porcelain hand on your forehead. It whipped pain away like a sling shot; sudden and almost startling.
Deep blue kissed at the yellow moon in the sky, a faint fairy ring of dancing greens played in their joining, the mist covering it as if it was a scene far too private. There was, however, no silence during that moonlit coupling; alarms and claxons rang through the first floor of the wards, as well as outside. It was nothing new for those who worked there for a deal of time, for those who could handle such intense sights and pains - one almost wondered if they were sadists, or masochists to stay.
Silver eyes ran over the switchboard and fingers followed: Screens shut, partitions slammed shut and all emergency staff geared up in padded scrubs. Thin but super durable gloves were slipped onto fingers as the ER room doors slid open. Medics ran in pushing a stretcher with their patient - a man hidden behind fabric of assassins. Blood pumped out at an alarming rate; medical terms danced through the air.
"What caused this?" "We don't know. we found him like this after a call came in." "He looks like he was punctured." "It's not pretty under the cloths."
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Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Silver
Rating: be safe pg13
Word count: 350
There was always something about him that made heads turn; more than the waist length silver hair. It wasn't the quicksilver eyes that flashed emotions that he wouldn't show outwardly. It was subtle as it yelled in your face - up close and personal. It took you, gripped and shook you, all to look at him.
His lithe body, sensual grace and perfectly bowed lips all called to a watcher. Silver was pretty, but there was something more than his feminine androgyny. The way his skin glowed and the sparkle he held in his eyes when you're on his stretcher.
It's like Silver only had eyes for you, made everything better; the pain of finding a vein for the IV drip in the arm, pain so bad it made stars dance behind closed lids. Nothing felt as good as when that seductive nurse placed his porcelain hand on your forehead. It whipped pain away like a sling shot; sudden and almost startling.
Deep blue kissed at the yellow moon in the sky, a faint fairy ring of dancing greens played in their joining, the mist covering it as if it was a scene far too private. There was, however, no silence during that moonlit coupling; alarms and claxons rang through the first floor of the wards, as well as outside. It was nothing new for those who worked there for a deal of time, for those who could handle such intense sights and pains - one almost wondered if they were sadists, or masochists to stay.
Silver eyes ran over the switchboard and fingers followed: Screens shut, partitions slammed shut and all emergency staff geared up in padded scrubs. Thin but super durable gloves were slipped onto fingers as the ER room doors slid open. Medics ran in pushing a stretcher with their patient - a man hidden behind fabric of assassins. Blood pumped out at an alarming rate; medical terms danced through the air.
"What caused this?"
"We don't know. we found him like this after a call came in."
"He looks like he was punctured."
"It's not pretty under the cloths."