filthy as the ace of spades

...entirely too soon! But. Between Roomie and I, we have enough books to fill a modest public library (there's even an outdated encyclopaedia set around here somewhere, too - self, figure out what to do with that), and we're attempting to go through them and pick out favourites to take with us. This is very difficult. Eventually, we'll have someone ship everything up, but for the first wave, we're just taking necessities (computer, dishes, undies). I cling to Poe's complete works, Roomie swears she can't live without Shakespeare's, and we both insist on the porn.

I'd forgotten how fun packing is. Uwee!

Haven't yet gotten back in the swing of fandom things. Except for the sadistic Gizel muse that is entirely the evil twin's fault, and Envy's starting to make eyes at Greed again (which is also entirely the evil twin's fault for babbling at me about the subbed Alchemist vs. Homunculus special... Envy wuvs Greed). But instead of any of that, I have a couple vaguely drabble-shaped things to toss out, all from FF7/AC. My copy of AC is sitting at EB waiting for me. Can't wait. CAN'T WAIT.

To Ashes
FF7/AC. Sephiroth/Vincent. PG. 500 words.
The first time he sees Sephiroth's face stripped of the youth that not even Hojo's meddling could prevent, he thinks it's Lucrecia.

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Games to Play
FF7/AC. Reno/Reeve. R. 300 words.
Reeve smells a little like the inside of a reactor, machines and mako.

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Kisses Like Murder
FF7/AC. Rufus/Reno. PG. 100 words.
Rufus doesn't taste one bit like he thought.

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