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[artyartie]

Shamelessly gakked from cerebel, who wrote yet a disturbing yet hot Cicero/Antony comment fic for me (part of the yummy Rome trifecta I've enjoyed this morning). Either a fandom or non-fandom icon is fine, so long as it's a fandom I'm familiar with.

So. I need a distraction. I have nothing much that I'm writing right now, and I'd like a challenge, so here's the thing. If you guys are interested, comment here with a pretty icon that you absolutely adore, and I'll respond with a short comment-length ficlet based on said icon.

So. Start the clock! And, comment away. :D

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[mayara13.livejournal.com]

It was a tough choice, and I went with whichever I picked right at the moment...

[artyartie.livejournal.com]

"Swank joint, this." Spike picked up his cup, gave the blood a swirl. "Mind you, they could heat the blood up a bit. You ever tried drinking it cold?"

"No, I can't say I have." Giles sipped at his tea, his eyes anxiously watching the door for Dawn, who insisted she would be there half an hour ago. He should have known better than to trust a teenage girl who had just discovered South Kensington. "At least when it's cold it doesn't smell."

"Oh, how many times are you going to make me apologize for overheating the blood in your sodding microwave?" Spike set his cup down so violently a splash of crimson trickled down the side, leaking onto the saucer. "I cleaned it up, didn't I?"

"My kitchen smelled like a slaughterhouse for a week." Giles tried not to remember the smell, which had forever put him off rare roast beef. "And it's besides the point. It's - it's common courtesy."

"It's common courtesy, settling for pigs' blood instead of all these lovely people here, soul or no soul." Spike turns, cup raised to his lips. "I mean, you lot have souls and sometimes you wouldn't know the difference."

Giles opened his mouth and closed it again, not wanting to admit, of course, that Spike could ever be right.