Happy Due South Day, people!
Mar. 11th, 2008
If you could buy a magic potion, what would it be?
I don’t buy anything. Things are given to me. For nothing. If I want a cigarette, I get one of my fucking minions to light it for me and hold it whilst I smoke it. If they don’t, I snap their fucking necks. If I want a drink, guess who doesn’t buy it?
Smart cookie.
I don’t know about magic potions since I’m not six and I have a brain bigger than a pine nut. But there is a potion, of sorts, that I’m thinking about laying my hands on. Vecchio would probably call it a De-Fanger but he’s stupid. A pretty face and that’s about it.Only not. My heart beats for him. One dose and I’d be cured. Until my bitch of a sister came along to turn me back. No more fangs, no more avoiding the sun, no more yearning to be normal just so I could drive to Chicago and fulfil my heart’s one true desire. I would be.
But that’s the thing about magic potions. They’re all fucking Disney movies. They all run out in the end.I’d pay for it not to. I blame Shakespeare. Just look at Juliet, she wakes up and what? Kills herself within five minutes, what a great endorsement. So if it’s not my bitch of a sister bringing me back, it would be me, waking up in the middle of the night, for fuck’s sake, and putting an end to my misery right there. God, I hope Vecchio has silk sheets. Black to hide the blood stains. They’re a bitch to get out.
So maybe it’s better I stay this way, God knows I’ve gotten used to it. Pest control wouldn’t be the same without me. I’m doing society a favor really, doing my bit to keep the city clean. The cops should give me a fucking badge. So go shove your potion where the sun does shine and keep it the hell away from me.
Doubt it’d work anyway.
Though sometimes I wish it would.
Muse: Ray Vecchio AS Asher Talos (strike-throughs are Ray's Inner!Asher thoughts, as well as his own sentiments, the rest is Impersonation! Please blame![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
snoopypez - she asked for exaggerated impersonations! Which she didn't get exactly... but um, comments to this post will also be Ray pretending to be Asher, so the fun'll happen there......oh God.)
Fandom: Due South?
Words: 340
I don’t buy anything. Things are given to me. For nothing. If I want a cigarette, I get one of my fucking minions to light it for me and hold it whilst I smoke it. If they don’t, I snap their fucking necks. If I want a drink, guess who doesn’t buy it?
Smart cookie.
I don’t know about magic potions since I’m not six and I have a brain bigger than a pine nut. But there is a potion, of sorts, that I’m thinking about laying my hands on. Vecchio would probably call it a De-Fanger but he’s stupid. A pretty face and that’s about it.
But that’s the thing about magic potions. They’re all fucking Disney movies. They all run out in the end.
So maybe it’s better I stay this way, God knows I’ve gotten used to it. Pest control wouldn’t be the same without me. I’m doing society a favor really, doing my bit to keep the city clean. The cops should give me a fucking badge. So go shove your potion where the sun does shine and keep it the hell away from me.
Doubt it’d work anyway.
Muse: Ray Vecchio AS Asher Talos (strike-throughs are Ray's Inner!Asher thoughts, as well as his own sentiments, the rest is Impersonation! Please blame
snoopypez - she asked for exaggerated impersonations! Which she didn't get exactly... but um, comments to this post will also be Ray pretending to be Asher, so the fun'll happen there......oh God.)Fandom: Due South?
Words: 340