Log In

Home
    - Create Journal
    - Update
    - Download

Scribbld
    - News
    - Paid Accounts
    - Invite
    - To-Do list
    - Contributors

Customize
    - Customize
    - Create Style
    - Edit Style

Find Users
    - Random!
    - By Region
    - By Interest
    - Search

Edit ...
    - User Info
    - Settings
    - Your Friends
    - Old Entries
    - Userpics
    - Password

Need Help?
    - Password?
    - FAQs
    - Support Area


Lettie ([info]osteological) wrote,
@ 2008-03-22 19:22:00


Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
Entry tags:meme

Jacked.
Ship any of my characters, past or present, with one of your characters that my character has never shipped with and perhaps you've wondered what would could have been. Even if it means one or both of our characters needs to switch which team their batting for. If you put a slash in it, I'll write it.

Lolz.



(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

Avis/Greer
[info]osteological
2008-03-24 12:35 am UTC (link)
"So, what are you doing here again?" Greer arched his brow, skeptical.

Avis stepped into the flat with an arch of her brow and set her purse down on a nearby table, shrugging out of her jacket a moment after that. If she was going to be here all night she was planning on at least being comfortable.

"I already told you, I'm here to settle an argument."

Greer rolled his eyes. "Well, you spent all of Tomas' money on some sort of whore-date for Erin," he pointed out.

"Yes, and then I hit my bloody head on the threshold of the honeymoon suite and he declared us even."

"But then you lot played poker and got into a fight with him. Is that what I'm hearing?" Honestly, he wasn't sure how Avis and Tomas even stayed together with how much they bickered. He crossed his arms over his chest, very much glad for some reason that Olivia wasn't home at the moment.

A second later he knew exactly why: Avis Tremaine was kissing with meaning and damned if it wasn't very, very nice up until she pulled back and he looked at her with utter bewilderment.

She crossed her arms over her own chest, mimicking the way Greer's had been a moment before, and huffed. "So now you've kissed us both and you can tell me that I'm the more skilled of the two of us, right?"

"THAT'S what you were fighting about?!" Bloody hell.

(Reply to this)(Parent)


(Read comments) -



scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status