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Log - Completed
When; Aug 12.
Rating; PG-13 - grown-up language and light homosexual activity.
Characters; Lin (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pastdedication) & Gren (notapreacher)
Summary; Lin wakes up handcuffed to the guy who killed him. Hilarity ensues.
Later, Lin will be glad he fell asleep in his clothes. Right now, he curses it. Another wrinkled shirt, and damn if ironing doesn't always get rid of the creases. His belt buckle's digging into his stomach. He shifts. He hears a clink.
Several things he notices at once: The lack of Peter Murphy (he is 100% certain he had fallen asleep with the stereo on, again), the fragrance of shampoo that is vaguely unfamiliar, yet unrecognizable, and the presence of someone else in his bed. Is it a man or a woman? Opening hazy eyes, Lin tries to put together the night before. Is it Havoc? But he would remember something like that, becoming capable of that. Well, he'd remember if it were a man, too, wouldn't he?
With a slight grunt that completely expresses, "It is far too fucking early for this City bullshit, I just want to sleep, goddammit," Lin sits up.
And there's that clinking.
And come to think of it, he would remember being handcuffed to someone, too.
So it's a curse.
Fabulous. Lin loves embarrassing curses.
Rating; PG-13 - grown-up language and light homosexual activity.
Characters; Lin (
pastdedication) & Gren (notapreacher)Summary; Lin wakes up handcuffed to the guy who killed him. Hilarity ensues.
Later, Lin will be glad he fell asleep in his clothes. Right now, he curses it. Another wrinkled shirt, and damn if ironing doesn't always get rid of the creases. His belt buckle's digging into his stomach. He shifts. He hears a clink.
Several things he notices at once: The lack of Peter Murphy (he is 100% certain he had fallen asleep with the stereo on, again), the fragrance of shampoo that is vaguely unfamiliar, yet unrecognizable, and the presence of someone else in his bed. Is it a man or a woman? Opening hazy eyes, Lin tries to put together the night before. Is it Havoc? But he would remember something like that, becoming capable of that. Well, he'd remember if it were a man, too, wouldn't he?
With a slight grunt that completely expresses, "It is far too fucking early for this City bullshit, I just want to sleep, goddammit," Lin sits up.
And there's that clinking.
And come to think of it, he would remember being handcuffed to someone, too.
So it's a curse.
Fabulous. Lin loves embarrassing curses.