Post by Seek on Apr 3, 2011 3:34:05 GMT 10
Title: Snapshot
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 251
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Snapshot: Jon likes to pretend he can’t see Thayet. Warning for possible character death. Set in the Agents universe where Jon and Kel are FBI. And Thayet is missing, presumed dead.
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He thinks about Roald and Mom a lot, when he sees Thayet. Jon isn’t sure when Roald stopped being Dad and started being Roald. Maybe about the same time he lost Thayet. Maybe it was a Conté thing, losing their wives. Maybe seeing them was a Conté thing as well.
Maybe this is a Conté thing, this taste of betrayal, the way he doesn’t even realise Thayet’s left a hole in his life until Kel is filling that space without words. Maybe this is a Conté thing, this betrayal. After all, Roger was his cousin and Conté by blood. Now Roger is dead, and Jon can’t think that was a bad thing.
Or maybe he’s going mad. Thayet leans against the doorframe and says nothing and Jon feels his stomach clench as his gaze settles on the counter and the file Kel left behind. He can see the smooth tiles of the floor right through the gauzy imprint of her feet, can see the doorframe behind the vague outlines of her form, sketched in soft light.
Maybe if he squints, he can make out the letters in her neat handwriting. Can make out the marks of her fingerprints, or the brush of her skin against crinkled paper.
He closes his eyes.
When he opens them, Thayet isn’t there any more. He rubs the worn, slightly-scratched surface of his wedding ring, and finds himself wondering about the taste of Keladry’s (slightly-chapped) lips, and the smooth hollow between her collarbone and her neck.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 251
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Snapshot: Jon likes to pretend he can’t see Thayet. Warning for possible character death. Set in the Agents universe where Jon and Kel are FBI. And Thayet is missing, presumed dead.
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He thinks about Roald and Mom a lot, when he sees Thayet. Jon isn’t sure when Roald stopped being Dad and started being Roald. Maybe about the same time he lost Thayet. Maybe it was a Conté thing, losing their wives. Maybe seeing them was a Conté thing as well.
Maybe this is a Conté thing, this taste of betrayal, the way he doesn’t even realise Thayet’s left a hole in his life until Kel is filling that space without words. Maybe this is a Conté thing, this betrayal. After all, Roger was his cousin and Conté by blood. Now Roger is dead, and Jon can’t think that was a bad thing.
Or maybe he’s going mad. Thayet leans against the doorframe and says nothing and Jon feels his stomach clench as his gaze settles on the counter and the file Kel left behind. He can see the smooth tiles of the floor right through the gauzy imprint of her feet, can see the doorframe behind the vague outlines of her form, sketched in soft light.
Maybe if he squints, he can make out the letters in her neat handwriting. Can make out the marks of her fingerprints, or the brush of her skin against crinkled paper.
He closes his eyes.
When he opens them, Thayet isn’t there any more. He rubs the worn, slightly-scratched surface of his wedding ring, and finds himself wondering about the taste of Keladry’s (slightly-chapped) lips, and the smooth hollow between her collarbone and her neck.
QC: by Cassandra