I know I already posted my daily meme post, but I have to add something.
First of all, I discovered a collection of porny Spangelus drabbles and flashfics: Nyghtpet's Wicked Boys
. So hot guys. SO DAMN HOT. I really like Spangel while I don't usually like Spangelus, except when Angelus is less the asshole and there's sweet young William involved. Newly vamped William with his big blue eyes and his angelic curls reveals the perv in me. And Angelus was totally attracted to him too. I don't know if the author is still around but I'd like to openly express my enjoyement and appreciation for the series. Very well written and truly sexy.
Other thing: I just translated the first chapter of Lust
. The chapters are brief so I kinda think it's something I can do. I hope I didn't do a mess a lot with the grammar.
(Sorry, apparently I can't use the cut. Stupid LJ)
Because relations are always ambiguous and I continually fail to communicate;
Because I continue to blame myself even when I'm not to blame;
Because each failing has made me more remote from myself
For all these reasons and many more still unknown,
I must listen, I must look around more than ever, I must leave.
I'm Not There. Todd Haynes
Blue Room was shining in the decadent light of the sunset. Flashes of gold dazzled between old surfaces of poor wooden furniture, inside the dirty corners of wallpaper, deep blue and almost green. From the window beside the bed images of a distant civilization were filtering into the room – people shouting, running in the streets.
Everything was far away. Every voice and tear and laugh was muffled in a plastic peace smelling of mold and squalor.
He closed his eyes, inhaling the smoke from the cigarette between his fingers. His unknown lover said something. “One day you’ll tell me what’s the great pleasure of smoking after sex …” she indirectly asked, standing up.
He clenched his lips and gave her his best skeptic glare.
“It’s just curiosity,” she said. “I don’t smoke.”
“It’s the best time, sweetheart,” he whispered stretching between the sheets. His voice came out low, weakened by tiredness and pleasure. “All the tension fading …” Running his tongue into the corners of his mouth, he looked at her. She was now standing in the middle of the room wearing her bra and panties. Her hair was soft and disheveled. “That’s it?”
“Yeah, love,” he replied completely comfortable with his own nakedness.
His lover looked at him in silence then bent down to pick up all her clothes. She was lovely and tender all crumbled on herself like a small animal. In between of her movements her sharp bones were appearing under her skin.
Standing up she slid her legs into her precious silky skirt. She pulled back her hair and wore the shirt. Then she put on her high and painful shoes. She tied the shoelaces with feminine grace.
“Next time I’ll be fifteen-twenty minutes late,” she said.
“Next time,” she flatly repeated. “I’ll be twenty minutes late. Don’t start to count.”
“I wouldn’t have done it anyway,” he replied with his trademark seductive voice. “Twenty minutes late, huh? Do you need to bake a cake for your boyfriend?”
She didn’t reply. Adamantly she stared at him, reminding him of the rule without words.
With a tired sigh he got up and began to pick up his clothes. “There will be ever a day when I’ll start counting?” he asked frowning.
“Who knows …” she said taking her coat and keys. Heading to the exit.