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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG-13, borderline R for imagery.
Fandom: From Hell
Pairing: Abberline/surprise.
Disclaimer: Erk. Not mine.
Notes: Drabble for elefwin in return for icon. Heavily influenced by permetaform.
Summary: He dreams. But what dreams him?
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It wasn't the eyes or the laugh or the body that he saw first, this time.
It was the mouth. Huge and scarlet as the tongue wrapped itself lovingly about him, slid between his shocked lips. Smoke hooked into his nostrils and curved down to fill his lungs with drowsy effervescence. Touch crawled, featherlike and needlelike and oh god don't save me beneath his skin. Dove into him and stretched his bones and muscle upward, outwards, blew him like hot glass into tight stretched heat that strained and pulsed and--
"Wake. Up!"
Cold. Cold. Wet. Abberline woke in water, watching air drift past in small perfect spheres.
Chasing the dragon, he thought. But what happened when the dragon chased him?
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