Monday: Figurative Language

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Good morning, dears :D I'm nevcolleil, and I'll be your guest host this week. Today is Monday and your prompt for the day is figurative language.
Sayings, expressions, comparisons... (And, if you can dig the Language Arts lingo, metaphors and similes. Heck, throw in some kennings if the fancy strikes you!)

Examples:

Any, any, "I didn't mean it literally!"
Chuck/White Collar, Chuck/Neal, like a cat on a hot tin roof
Angel, Wes +or/ Illyria, You should never speak metaphorically to an ancient god king... and this is why.

Just don't forget the rules:
♥ No more than five "live" prompts at any time.
♥ No more than three prompts from a specific fandom.
♥ No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after release/air/publication date. If your fill is spoilerly, mark it obviously as such.
♥ Respect our codemonkey overlords, and format your prompts in the way that is pleasing to them (See Above Examples)
♥ Have fun! ;)

Comments

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Spn, Sam +/ Lucifer, Colder than a witch's tit in a brass corset.

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[love-evil.livejournal.com]

It's snowing, and Sam is shivering as he waits for Dean and the revitalizing coffee he left to find nearly an hour ago. He prays his brother will return soon because if he doesn't then Sam is going back to the warmth of his motel room, the man-eating snow monster be damned. It's colder than a witch's tit in a brass corset, and he has no intention of standing there like an idiot until he gets frostbite.

A quiet chuckle heralds the arrival of Sam's mind-mate. Lucifer sits on top of the snow that rests just below Sam's knees as if it were solid wood. The fallen angel smirks as he asks, "Have you ever seen a witch's tit Sam?"

Sam ignores him and focuses on the bleak white horizon.

"I have. When I walked the earth a coven summoned me in order to help them spread chaos. I think they were rather surprised when I actually appeared to them. They were mostly novices and ran away screaming, but one of them stayed. She offered herself up to me, asked me to give her the greatest honor imaginable."

Sam tries not to get drawn into the tale, but he can't help asking, "Did you?"

Lucifer's eyes sparkle with satisfaction. "No, I killed her, but not before she bared herself to me. I think she would certainly have conformed to your brother's standards of beauty. But not yours; you have very different tastes don't you Sam?"

"What are you talking about?" Sam asks, not liking Lucifer's tone in the slightest.

Lucifer stands gracefully and moves himself into Sam's personal space. "I'm in your head Sammy, I know all your secrets," he says before leaning forward, his lips inches from Sam's.

Sam recoils, his heart pounding and his face flushing. He stares at Lucifer in horror; the fallen angel simply smiles patiently before disappearing. Sam continues to stare at the place Lucifer was standing for several minutes. He then decides that he's had enough, and heads back to the motel room.

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[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

This was the perfect mix of creepy and funny. <3

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[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

This is great. I love how flirty Lucifer is.

This Love Like Ice

[xpnkitty.livejournal.com]

Sam was used to heat. He was used to snuggling up to someone in the darkness under the covers and sharing in their fire. He was used to soft, yielding bodies, offering comfort in their warmth.

Lucifer though, he was as cold as ice. Literally and figurativly.

It was impossible to track his moods, for Sam to determine if Lucifer was of the impulse to wrap his icy arms around him like an unbreakable brass corset and use it to strangle him or love him.

There was an odd sort of witchcraft to it though, because Sam couldn't bear to leave. No matter which way Lucifer decided to chill him to the bone. "Sam," he'd whisper, voice like a breeze over snow and a cold breath of Sam's neck to match, and Sam could only shiver and lean in closer.

He was short of breath when Lucifer's arms wound around him, white mist spilling out from his lips before Lucifer claimed them. Ice wound into his being, crystalizing in his veins, surrounded by this blizzard of Lucifer's love.

Lucifer held his shaking form in his vast embrace, wings surrounding them and shedding icicles as he froze the very air in Sam's lungs.

His winter spell left Sam completely at his mercy, weak and cold, life draining out of him all over again.

So cold that it started to be warm, so rough that Sam could feel his gentleness. So sweet as Lucifer coaxed the heat from his bones, stealing the fire from his soul.

And Sam offered it up willingly.

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[xpnkitty.livejournal.com]

Whoops, sorry for the double fill. This is what happens when I take forever to type things up... :P

Re: This Love Like Ice

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

I really like the descriptions in this.

And double fills are always welcome.