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Series are multiple stories that go together; the order they are listed in on the tables of contents and directory pages are their chronological orders within the universe, not the order they were written or posted in. A tilde (~) denotes an original fiction series, while an abbreviation such as HP denotes a fanfiction series.

PSoH Fanfiction: Blink

TITLE: Blink
AUTHOR: Ankh Ascendant ( setosgirl0 / neferseti0 )
DATE: 2-5-12
FANDOM: Pet Shop of Horrors
TYPE: fluff
OCs: none
BETA: none
WORDS: 521
SUMMARY: A single moment in time from five different pairs of eyes.
For the writing prompt “a wordless look that communicates meaning”.

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Leon sat back on the couch with a satisfied sigh and let his arm drape over the back, nudging the fox out of the way. The tea cup was basically ignored in front of him, the syrup in the bottom slowly congealing, and he let his gaze wander idly to his little brother. He might not have been talking still, but he looked happy. There was something to be said for that animal therapy stuff, he guessed; he was doing a lot better, and he couldn’t pretend it was due to his own superior parenting skills. Hell, he could have been a normal kid, with friends and everything, if badger-raccoons and goats counted as friends. He smiled a little as he watched him help the raccoon out from under the table. Now they just had to work him back up to people friends.


With a smile Chris peered under the table, reaching down to help Pon-chan back up to the couch. She held her apple firmly in both hands so it wouldn’t roll away again now that she’d caught it and he had to half-lift her back up beside him. He wished T-chan wouldn’t be so mean; she was nice and didn’t deserve it. Even if he was normally nice himself, when he got in those moods he was as bad as Chris’s cousins back home. She already looked like she’d forgiven him, though, and he took his cue from her, reaching for his plate again. He wished all kids were as nice as Pon-chan and his other friends here. But then he’d probably have to leave, and he didn’t want that…


A quick glance showed that T-chan had been distracted, and she took a hungry bite of her fruit, settling back in beside Chris. She had to keep watching T-chan while she quickly nibbled her way in a straight line around it. It wasn’t that he was mean or anything, but he did like to tease too much sometimes, and she really didn’t want to have to eat her apple with pieces of the carpet stuck to it. He didn’t really seem interested anymore, though, with D to look at. She leaned into Chris and licked her hands clean.


Toutetsu stared at the curve of the count’s body as he leaned forward over the table. Even when he was just cutting out another giant hunk of cake and sugary icing for himself his movements seemed so delicate and graceful they almost had to be contrived. He had to know how the way he stretched to look over his treat exposed his throat… Right? He was doing it on purpose. Had to have been. He was just so pretty

He wondered if D would let him bite him. Not to kill him, he liked him, he wouldn’t do that… Just to taste his blood. It’d be sweet…


D felt the weight of someone watching him as he leaned forward and slid the cake onto his plate. He looked up, and Leon looked over at the same time; when their eyes met he smiled.


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