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Self-Sticking Label
Title: Self-Sticking Label
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phinnia
Prompt:houseonmywilson: body decoration.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm still sad about it. Don't sue me, please.
Author's Note: For everyone who asked about the tattoo in A Kind of Cockle Shell About You, a little DVD-style easter egg.
Sometime in the early morning Wilson managed to get his wits about him enough to ask about the tattoo. The light was short and grey-coloured, pooling around the horizon. House was coming back from the bathroom when a car's high beams filtered through the windowblinds, catching him in a cage of light and shadow.
"So what's the story here?" Wilson caressed one of the dark lines with a finger, following it around the point of House's hip. He hadn't had much of a chance to look at it closely before - there were other parts that were much, much more immediately interesting at the time - but even now it had no obvious meaning. It looked like a Star of David, but incompletely and incorrectly drawn, rather like he imagined a stroke patient would do it: the complete upside-down triangle was only partly overlapped by its upward-pointing twin, and there was a gap in one of the lines.
House chuckled, shaking his head. "An early experiment with pain gateways. A concession to situational depression. Maybe a warning label. You pick."
"What?"
"After Stacy left ... I think you were still trying to suck up to Bonnie, you went away for that 'let's save our failing marriage by both acting like morons at the same time' weekend, remember?"
Wilson rolled his eyes. "Yeah." She had called it an Emotional Healing Retreat. It had been in the woods somewhere south of Princeton, and it had involved group therapy and crystals. Wilson had spent the entire weekend trying to pick it apart so he could describe it to House when he got back, desperate to drag him back from the abyss somehow, and avoiding talking to Bonnie. If he'd been paying attention, that probably would have been a clue. The thought made him want to smack himself in the face with a halibut.
"Anyway, I got stupid drunk that weekend, called a guy that Crandall and I used to play with - he's a tattoo artist in Newark now. Made him do it, since most places won't put indelible marks on you if you reek of bourbon."
"Probably wise."
"Yeah. He owed me a favor though."
Wilson traced the sharp angles with the wide blade of his tongue, grinning as House twitched under his ministrations. "So ... what does it mean?"
"It's the alchemical symbol for arsenic." House groaned, rolling on his back in an attempt to coax that tongue further between his thighs. "Are you always this insatiable?"
"You bring out the beast in me." Wilson growled, biting one of the tattoo's points hard enough to bruise. "I don't care if you're poisonous. I like to think I've built up a tolerance by now."
(You can learn all about arsenic, including its alchemy symbol, here.)
Author:
phinniaPrompt:
houseonmywilson: body decoration.Rating: R.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm still sad about it. Don't sue me, please.
Author's Note: For everyone who asked about the tattoo in A Kind of Cockle Shell About You, a little DVD-style easter egg.
Sometime in the early morning Wilson managed to get his wits about him enough to ask about the tattoo. The light was short and grey-coloured, pooling around the horizon. House was coming back from the bathroom when a car's high beams filtered through the windowblinds, catching him in a cage of light and shadow.
"So what's the story here?" Wilson caressed one of the dark lines with a finger, following it around the point of House's hip. He hadn't had much of a chance to look at it closely before - there were other parts that were much, much more immediately interesting at the time - but even now it had no obvious meaning. It looked like a Star of David, but incompletely and incorrectly drawn, rather like he imagined a stroke patient would do it: the complete upside-down triangle was only partly overlapped by its upward-pointing twin, and there was a gap in one of the lines.
House chuckled, shaking his head. "An early experiment with pain gateways. A concession to situational depression. Maybe a warning label. You pick."
"What?"
"After Stacy left ... I think you were still trying to suck up to Bonnie, you went away for that 'let's save our failing marriage by both acting like morons at the same time' weekend, remember?"
Wilson rolled his eyes. "Yeah." She had called it an Emotional Healing Retreat. It had been in the woods somewhere south of Princeton, and it had involved group therapy and crystals. Wilson had spent the entire weekend trying to pick it apart so he could describe it to House when he got back, desperate to drag him back from the abyss somehow, and avoiding talking to Bonnie. If he'd been paying attention, that probably would have been a clue. The thought made him want to smack himself in the face with a halibut.
"Anyway, I got stupid drunk that weekend, called a guy that Crandall and I used to play with - he's a tattoo artist in Newark now. Made him do it, since most places won't put indelible marks on you if you reek of bourbon."
"Probably wise."
"Yeah. He owed me a favor though."
Wilson traced the sharp angles with the wide blade of his tongue, grinning as House twitched under his ministrations. "So ... what does it mean?"
"It's the alchemical symbol for arsenic." House groaned, rolling on his back in an attempt to coax that tongue further between his thighs. "Are you always this insatiable?"
"You bring out the beast in me." Wilson growled, biting one of the tattoo's points hard enough to bruise. "I don't care if you're poisonous. I like to think I've built up a tolerance by now."
(You can learn all about arsenic, including its alchemy symbol, here.)
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An Easter Egg and it's all about House/Wilson and tattoos and alchemy - SWOON!!!!!
Fun, fun, fun!
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(my old fondness for alchemical symbols nonwithstanding, s'good!)
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And thank you! I'm glad you liked. <3
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Mmmmm, yummy Easter Egg. Tastes like Cadbury.
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Cadbury makes the BESTEST easter eggs.
MAN, that's hot. This entire idea is hot. :D
And the description of the retreat is pretty funny. I especially like how in retrospect Wilson figures his wanting to deconstruct it all for House later should have been a clue.
Re: MAN, that's hot. This entire idea is hot. :D
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"*looks at title* self-sticking label. hmm, like a post-it note? yeah, that reminds me of a post-it note. hey, the prompt was body decoration? you could put a post-it on your body. maybe wilson wakes up covered in post-its? *reads first line* dude, did house get a tattoo of a post-it note? that would be awesome and hilarious! i wonder what it would say."
love it. i can see why you didnt add it to the original fic, but it's still cute.
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The title is from one of those total noun impairment moments and I'm not entirely happy with it, to tell you the truth: I wanted to say something in particular that I still can't remember the right word for. *laugh* <3 I'm glad you liked.