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Entry tags:	american gods, drabble, fic

EEEEEE!
OOOooooh. Shiny new journal. *pets the journal*

I proclaim thee "Las", and hope much goodfic will spring forth. Anyway. I herby de-verginize the new journal with drabblefic.American Gods drabblefic. Shadow/Loki, American Gods drabblefic.

 



Smoke

Shadow watched the smoke waft out from between Low Key’s lips. The white billows cascading off the full lower lip, channeling down the uneven scars. It snaked out from the sly, pinched left corner, dancing along the upwards curl that lingered there indefinitely.

It was odd, really. Shadow had never found so much pleasure in watching someone as he did Low Key. The graceful hands, ever moving, ever distracting from the real point. The flashing eyes, constantly dancing and dreaming and sparkling for no reason. And, of course, the lips.

Sly and sensuous. Pale, pale pink and rose. So very flawed and still so beautiful.

Shadow had never kissed a man before Low Key. It was fascinating, really, what you learned in prison. He still loved Laura, yes. But the feel of Low Key’s mouth on his own ---the scratchy stubble and the rough grinding and the sawdust and honey taste of his tongue--- was something he had never felt before.

His kisses were like smoke. They wove and wandered in unexpected ways, the graceful swoops and swipes curling in surprising places. It was illusionary; magical. Tempting him with hazy glances of truth, only to snatch them away again, denying the secrets it kept.

Shadow wondered if he would ever know those secrets.