14.Oct.06
Atypical
Shakespearean Romance
By:
Sinead
Author’s
Note: Got back from Botcon, and
I just HAD to do a Silverbolt/Blackarachnia drabble-fic. I don’t know why.
Well. Maybe I do. But still. I had to. So shoot me. I’m re-entering my
Silverbolt fangirl stage. And I like it. It’s fun. Zucca, eat your heart out
at the corny sappiness. I bet you could come up with better, but let’s not
turn this into a competition, shall we? *winks*
“Dark
poison . . .”
“Go
on.”
“My
soul’s dark desires . . .”
“I’ll
vouch for the dark part.”
“Black
rose of my heart . . .”
“Getting
better . . .”
“Death
never hath an embrace warmer . . .”
“.
. . what?”
“The
angel of death’s softest touch . . .”
“Okay.”
“Everlasting
kiss of betrayal . . .”
“.
. . betrayal?”
“Never-ending
dark salve to my broken heart . . .”
“Mm
. . . I like that ‘dark’ bit.”
“Dark
retainer of my love . . .”
“You
can do better.”
“Veiled
receptor of my undying affection . . .”
“Mm-hm.”
“Mate
of the darkest desires of my Spark . . .”
“Yes.”
“Lover
and beloved of the most shadowed corner of my immortal Spark.”
“Yes.”
“.
. .”
“Something
wrong?”
“I
believe that I’ve managed to exhaust my verbal creativity.”
“See?
It is harder than you thought it was, beloved.”
Blackarachnia
chortled, laying back against her Fuzor mate, staring up at the stars. “Yeah .
. . you need a special kind of mind to come up with those sappy lines.”
Stroking
her brow tenderly, Silverbolt whispered, “Very true, dark flame of my heart.
But.”
“But?”
“What
the mind produces is nothing when there is no beloved lover to bestow these
endearments upon. There can only be one where there is the other, sweetest
heart.”
Smiling
up at Silverbolt, seeing his face upside-down, Blackarachnia grinned. “Oh,
shut up and kiss me, bowser.”
And so he did.