L'enfant perdu

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
lenfantperdu goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as a vampire.
anson_greene tricks you! You get a toothbrush.
betweentwo tricks you! You get a rock.
campjesus gives you 14 light orange grapefruit-flavoured gummy worms.
galeforcehero gives you 7 light yellow blueberry-flavoured jawbreakers.
italiano_angel tricks you! You lose 14 pieces of candy!
paris_wolf tricks you! You get a scratched CD.
shortofapicnic gives you 13 red-orange strawberry-flavoured gumdrops.
silenziosa_odio gives you 11 brown chocolate-flavoured pieces of taffy.
vampire_damion tricks you! You lose 24 pieces of candy!
wolfy_prankster tricks you! You get a wad of paper.
lenfantperdu ends up with 7 pieces of candy, a toothbrush, a rock, a scratched CD, and a wad of paper.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
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It’s time like these that Arsène’s conscience speaks to him. Times when he’s sitting on the couch in his lover’s empty house waiting for a girl to show up.

These times don’t happen often.

What are you doing?

I’m not doing anything, he thinks back.

Why are you doing this?

I told you, nothing is happening. Nothing bad. It’s very simple…she’s going to come here and keep him company. There are friends.

Then why had he changed his clothes, put on something nicer? Combed his hair? Tried to look presentable?

He tries not to think about it. He just stares at the opposite wall and waits.

You Are Arson

No doubt about it, you have a serious destructive streak. You can't help it! Sometimes you just get so frustrated with the world, and you have to let your aggression out You have a notoriously bad temper. You are obsessed with getting your revenge. You are obviously a pyromaniac, whether you realize it or not. It feels great to watch something burn.

That's not how my name is spelled.

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As he studies the contents of the freezer, Arsène has his doubts about whether Julian’s digestive system could handle the ice cream with the brownies in it. The vanilla with the caramel and crunchy bits in it should probably do nicely. Besides, Arsène would have taken the brownie anyway; it’s his favorite.

Before heading back to the living room, he grabs two spoons. And a bottle of rum. You can’t forget that.

He hands the pint of ice cream to Julian with a smirk.

‘There you go.’

Arsène opened the door to the flat as angrily as one can possibly open a door and closed it with disgust.

He did not even bother to look around to see if the rooms were occupied. He simply spat out a single word.

‘Percy.’

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If there’s one thing Arsène likes drinking almost as much as blood, it’s liquor.

Unfortunately, without ID or some decent facial hair, he has trouble buying it himself. Not that this place looks as if it abides by the law, but if the man next to him wants to supply him with a steady stream of stuff that could probably take the paint off the walls, he’s not going to complain.

‘You can really put it away.’

Arsène doesn’t know what this means and he’s too drunk to pretend he cares, letting his head droop down and letting out a grunt. Drunk on liquor and drunk on blood. He’s already fed very well tonight, his belly swollen like a tick on a dog. But he thinks he has room for more. And as most of the patrons of his dive likely know, there’s nothing like a good bender.

Fingers reach for his hair, brushing it from his face with a gentleness they seem unaccustomed to. He lurches over, burying his face in the man’s shoulder. He smells of pus and atrophy. But also of warmth and flesh. He’s a large man as well, fat and full of blood.

A rough hand brushes against his neck. ‘You shouldn’t go home alone tonight.’

You won't be going home at all.

Arsène, though, simply shrugs and belches.

Dear Sir/Madam/Your Highness:

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Here are the things I can offer you in return for the generous giving of one year's paid time and 298572908 user pics:

- Indentured servitude
- Marriage (I do not have childbearing hips and cannot mend socks, sorry)
- A promise that Arsène will never kill you and/or your dog.
- Liquor from the top shelf (offer void in Utah and Saudi Arabia)

XOXO,
The management

I do feel a bit better.