#i would fight fotf in court for the right to write richgene but brynn u can dmca me anytime

[asterdeer]

wip wednesday

“That’s what all stories involving the theft of human life need. A gimmick.” “Oh, totally,” Richard said. He fumbled the case open and drew out a printer paper-sized sheet of plastic, gossamer and floating. Behind it, he seemed even paler than he already was. “But the hook was that he liked this girl, right? Because of course he did. And—“ “And she died,” Eugene guessed, “and he had to resurrect her, thereby ensuring that the standard expectations of an allosexual relationship would be a literal matter of life and death.” Richard lowered the plastic wrap. “Thought you said you never heard of it.” “It’s a gimmick. Not exactly, as they say, rocket science.” A smile flitted over Richard’s white lips. “Okay, Professor. My sister loved it, though. The drama of it all.” “And,” Eugene added, dropping his gaze to the examination table again, “the idea isn’t exactly foreign to our current zombie predicament. The dangers of touch. The risk of—“ Intimacy had been there on the tip of his tongue, but of course there were too many connotations in that word for it to be appropriate. In the brief silence, Richard raised his eyebrows, curious and taunting, and Eugene finished tautly, “Vulnerability.”

stocking up on izombie au ficlets during the harvest (writer's month, whumptober) against the coming winter (nanowrimo, the inevitable december writing crash)