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C/B drabbles for <lj comm
Title: Loss - 01
Rating: T
Author: lorielen
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
AN: written for prompt 003 - loss at velvet100
Word count: 100

Was it possible to die of fulminating heartache while retching a song in a city that was the scenario of one’s best, most impossibly painful memories? And just why the fuck had he agreed to that fucking Death of Glitter concert, anyway?

You need closure, sweetie, Jack’d said.

I need to get a million miles high and shout out loud in front of perfect fucking strangers that it’s been years and it still hurts like fuck, Curt’d thought.

What if Brian did show up and saw him like that? Curt wore his best pair of silvery pants. Just in case.

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Title: Loss - 02
Rating: T
Author: lorielen
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
AN: written for prompt 003 - loss at velvet100
Word count: 100

The most immediate of his perception had been acutely physical. How everything felt cold and coarse, because it wasn’t Curt’s skin.

Then it didn’t much matter what he said or did, because even Mandy was tired and there wasn’t anyone to call him on his shit, anymore.

For a brief moment before climbing onstage to be mock-murdered, Brian wondered if he should’ve said word of some kind to Curt. He sure as fuck deserved to be treated better than the adoring millions he’d been dropped for. But there was the small, sour thought that it might not matter much, anyway.

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EDIT: I forgot to post the drabble referring to prompt #2 *facepalms* here it is.

Title: Fun
Rating: T
Author: lorielen
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
AN: written for prompt 002 - fun at velvet100
Word count: 120

Prancing about in platform shoes wasn't exactly Curt's idea of fun, but else Brian would be a little taller than him, which absolutely wouldn't do. But Jesus, balancing atop those things was fucking impossible!

Eventually, Brian left the shower and walked in on one of Curt's wobbly-kneeled practicing sessions. Despite the laughing fit, the Brit claimed to find the situation "lovely". He dropped the towel and sauntered in graceful nakedness to the closet, from where he emerged triumphantly moments later, clad in his purplish boots and that milky skin. He pressed himself against Curt's back, head to toe, and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist. Sensuously swaying hips, Curt learned, were essential in the mechanics of Brian's glittery glamour.

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* cross-posted to: velvet100, velvet_goldmine, wolf_spacequeen.