Prompt: American Horror Story: Constance/Vivian - smoking
Requested By: fresh_brainss
Word Count: 100
Summary: there’s something intoxicating about Constance.
Constance’s lips taste just like Vivian had expected them to: like cigarettes and bourbon. She was unsure where the urge had come from - maybe might actually shut her up, give Vivian some blessed silence for a few fleeting moments.
Vivian feels Constance’s lips move with her own, soft and pliable, inviting even. Vivian deepens the kiss, the smoky bourbon flavor intensifying and Vivian is woozy. There is something intoxicating about her infuriating, kleptomaniac, Daughters-of-the-Confederacy neighbor.
Vivian pulls back suddenly. She wants to make excuses but none come to mind. Constance just watches her like she can read her every thought.
Prompt: American Horror Story: Constance/Moira - turning the tables
Requested By: madampresident
Word Count: 100
Summary: On Halloween, Moira pays Constance a visit.
“There she is. My little cyclops. Happy Halloween.” Constance grinned when the heterochromic woman found her in the bedroom of her home across the street. “No hospital visit this year?”
Moira remained silent, advancing on the blonde until Constance’s back made contact with the wall and Moira leaned menacingly into her personal space. A grin lifted the corners of Constance’s lips as she looked at the ghost questioningly.
With a swift, calculated motion, Moira pushed a paring knife into Constance’s abdomen, deep enough to cut but not to kill.
Constance gasped a laugh. “Well, look who finally grew a spine.”