Post by aurorax on Aug 4, 2009 9:29:07 GMT 10
Sorry for the double drabble post, but I get over writer’s block by just writing more.
Title: Need
Rating: PG
Prompt: #8, Strange Bedfellows
Words: 150
Warning: Slash Pairing
Dear Sir,
I apologize for writing to you like this, but I’ve nowhere else to turn. Father is dead, mother abed with the fever, and our stores in ruin. I was hoping you might be able to offer some advice…
Cleon knew it was wrong. But then he was lost in the hazel eyes- they were her eyes- and it was almost as if the last few months were naught but the memory of a nightmare. So he let himself escape into the past once more, promising that this time would be the last.
Anders knew it was wrong. But then he remembered the war that he couldn’t fight and the men that he couldn’t save as he sat alone and broken among the old, the weak, the forgotten. So he let himself savor the feeling of being wanted, needed, once more, praying that this time would be the last.
Title: Need
Rating: PG
Prompt: #8, Strange Bedfellows
Words: 150
Warning: Slash Pairing
Dear Sir,
I apologize for writing to you like this, but I’ve nowhere else to turn. Father is dead, mother abed with the fever, and our stores in ruin. I was hoping you might be able to offer some advice…
Cleon knew it was wrong. But then he was lost in the hazel eyes- they were her eyes- and it was almost as if the last few months were naught but the memory of a nightmare. So he let himself escape into the past once more, promising that this time would be the last.
Anders knew it was wrong. But then he remembered the war that he couldn’t fight and the men that he couldn’t save as he sat alone and broken among the old, the weak, the forgotten. So he let himself savor the feeling of being wanted, needed, once more, praying that this time would be the last.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!