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storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 11:47 am
storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 11:47 am
[Welcome to Night Vale] he's so bad but he does it so well (Dana/Man in the Tan Jacket)
Title: he's so bad but he does it so well
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Length: 251 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Welcome to Night Vale, Intern Dana/The Man in the Tan Jacket, sympathy for the devil
Pairing: Dana/Man in the Tan Jacket
Other: n/a
Excerpt: It's just that, whenever he leaves, he takes parts of her with him in that briefcase. The flies buzz around her eyes when he sits on the bench next to her. She can't remember what they talk about, but she thinks it could be important.
She thinks she might like him.
She thinks she might know him.
It's just that, whenever he leaves, he takes parts of her with him in that briefcase. The flies buzz around her eyes when he sits on the bench next to her. She can't remember what they talk about, but she thinks it could be important.
She likes his jacket. She's pretty sure she's told him so. She remembers snatches.
"You're going to be somebody someday," he told her, and she told him that she already was someone. Or maybe this is what he told her: you're becoming someone new.
Dana tries to write it down in her reporter's notebook, all of the questions she asks and answers, but she can't always find it. Time and space are strange in the dog park. The fence is impossibly tall.
She calls Cecil, when she remembers, but she doesn't tell him about her crush.
She's pretty sure she kissed the Man in the Tan Jacket, at least once. She remembers lips. She remembers a hand on the back of her neck.
"I don't have a dog," she tells him. Of course, the dog park was never really for dogs, even though one might enjoy the vast expanse of rolling grass, at least until it sucked him down.
"Nor do I," the Man in the Tan Jacket answers, solemnly. She looks away. When she looks back, he isn't there. Was he there before?
She pushes up her sleeves and starts writing another report.
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Length: 251 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Welcome to Night Vale, Intern Dana/The Man in the Tan Jacket, sympathy for the devil
Pairing: Dana/Man in the Tan Jacket
Other: n/a
Excerpt: It's just that, whenever he leaves, he takes parts of her with him in that briefcase. The flies buzz around her eyes when he sits on the bench next to her. She can't remember what they talk about, but she thinks it could be important.
She thinks she might like him.
She thinks she might know him.
It's just that, whenever he leaves, he takes parts of her with him in that briefcase. The flies buzz around her eyes when he sits on the bench next to her. She can't remember what they talk about, but she thinks it could be important.
She likes his jacket. She's pretty sure she's told him so. She remembers snatches.
"You're going to be somebody someday," he told her, and she told him that she already was someone. Or maybe this is what he told her: you're becoming someone new.
Dana tries to write it down in her reporter's notebook, all of the questions she asks and answers, but she can't always find it. Time and space are strange in the dog park. The fence is impossibly tall.
She calls Cecil, when she remembers, but she doesn't tell him about her crush.
She's pretty sure she kissed the Man in the Tan Jacket, at least once. She remembers lips. She remembers a hand on the back of her neck.
"I don't have a dog," she tells him. Of course, the dog park was never really for dogs, even though one might enjoy the vast expanse of rolling grass, at least until it sucked him down.
"Nor do I," the Man in the Tan Jacket answers, solemnly. She looks away. When she looks back, he isn't there. Was he there before?
She pushes up her sleeves and starts writing another report.