Post by Shhasow on Feb 24, 2014 16:31:25 GMT 10
Title: Of Memories and Puppies
Rating: PG
For: Max
Prompt: Phelan/Second Love
Summary and Warnings: No spoilers for PD, other than Terrier.
I suppose I took an easy way out of this prompt, but I just was drawn to the idea that Phelan has, temporarily, replaced the hole in his heart with puppy dogs. Because everyone loves puppies. And I know this was short, but look! Puppies!
Phelan Rapp paused outside his door, his hand resting on the doorknob. He closed his eyes as sadness washed over him, and he waited for the memories - a sweet smile gracing her red lips and gentle hands on his brow – to fade. His forehead leaned against the wooden door, and his fist tightened around the metal as he could almost remember Verene’s distinctive smell, subtle unless he buried his nose in her hair.
He could still remember when he found out about her death. It was a moment that seemed frozen in time, as if it lasted an hour instead of the bare seconds it took to hear the words.
”Verene is dead.”
There was more, of course, and it took just a few seconds longer to hear the circumstances of her death, and of her senior Dogs’ inebriation. It seemed a terrible tragedy that her end could be summed up in so few words, as if all that she was and all that she did was as dead as she. All that remained of Verene was her few personal items, and his memories of her.
That was one reason why Phelan hadn’t yet left their room. He left the Dogs because of their betrayal, yet if he left the room they shared, that would be his betrayal of his lover. Her hauntingly beautiful voice still filled their room as sure as it echoed in his mind. If he clung to those memories, it meant that a part of Verene still existed.
Shuffling from behind the door made him blink, and when he heard the low anxious whine, Phelan’s thin mouth relaxed into a slight smile. The rogue stood up straight and waited.
A quick thumping echoed.
“Tunguu,” Phelan said quietly. Wait. All was quiet behind the door. His hand turned slowly on the knob and the door creaked open.
When the whining started up again, he stopped. “Diamlah.” Quiet.
This time when the door opened, it wasn’t his lover’s sad eyes that he saw, but 3 pairs of limpid brown eyes that gazed at him with rapt attention. He strolled in, fingers slung in his belt loop, and waited as they sat rigid, tails wagging slightly. One tail, crooked, brushed the floor, but ceased when Phelan gave a stern look.
Finally, Phelan grinned and opened his arms. “Pengantar.” Greet.
The three dogs, all brown spotted mutts, rushed to surround the rusher. One lagged behind as she limped on three legs. He crouched down, extending his arms. He rubbed heads and scratched bodies and laughed as their tongues lolled out of their mouths. “I only have two hands, you greedy filchers,” he said with a laugh as they each nudged his arms. The smallest one wriggled with delight as Phelan rubbed his remaining soft ear. “Come on you lazy sods, let’s grab some grub, eh?”
This time as he left the small room, memories of his lost love barely whispered across his mind. Instead, his ears were filled with the pitter patter of soft padded feet, and his nose smelled only the musky scent of happiness and joy.
Rating: PG
For: Max
Prompt: Phelan/Second Love
Summary and Warnings: No spoilers for PD, other than Terrier.
I suppose I took an easy way out of this prompt, but I just was drawn to the idea that Phelan has, temporarily, replaced the hole in his heart with puppy dogs. Because everyone loves puppies. And I know this was short, but look! Puppies!
Phelan Rapp paused outside his door, his hand resting on the doorknob. He closed his eyes as sadness washed over him, and he waited for the memories - a sweet smile gracing her red lips and gentle hands on his brow – to fade. His forehead leaned against the wooden door, and his fist tightened around the metal as he could almost remember Verene’s distinctive smell, subtle unless he buried his nose in her hair.
He could still remember when he found out about her death. It was a moment that seemed frozen in time, as if it lasted an hour instead of the bare seconds it took to hear the words.
”Verene is dead.”
There was more, of course, and it took just a few seconds longer to hear the circumstances of her death, and of her senior Dogs’ inebriation. It seemed a terrible tragedy that her end could be summed up in so few words, as if all that she was and all that she did was as dead as she. All that remained of Verene was her few personal items, and his memories of her.
That was one reason why Phelan hadn’t yet left their room. He left the Dogs because of their betrayal, yet if he left the room they shared, that would be his betrayal of his lover. Her hauntingly beautiful voice still filled their room as sure as it echoed in his mind. If he clung to those memories, it meant that a part of Verene still existed.
Shuffling from behind the door made him blink, and when he heard the low anxious whine, Phelan’s thin mouth relaxed into a slight smile. The rogue stood up straight and waited.
A quick thumping echoed.
“Tunguu,” Phelan said quietly. Wait. All was quiet behind the door. His hand turned slowly on the knob and the door creaked open.
When the whining started up again, he stopped. “Diamlah.” Quiet.
This time when the door opened, it wasn’t his lover’s sad eyes that he saw, but 3 pairs of limpid brown eyes that gazed at him with rapt attention. He strolled in, fingers slung in his belt loop, and waited as they sat rigid, tails wagging slightly. One tail, crooked, brushed the floor, but ceased when Phelan gave a stern look.
Finally, Phelan grinned and opened his arms. “Pengantar.” Greet.
The three dogs, all brown spotted mutts, rushed to surround the rusher. One lagged behind as she limped on three legs. He crouched down, extending his arms. He rubbed heads and scratched bodies and laughed as their tongues lolled out of their mouths. “I only have two hands, you greedy filchers,” he said with a laugh as they each nudged his arms. The smallest one wriggled with delight as Phelan rubbed his remaining soft ear. “Come on you lazy sods, let’s grab some grub, eh?”
This time as he left the small room, memories of his lost love barely whispered across his mind. Instead, his ears were filled with the pitter patter of soft padded feet, and his nose smelled only the musky scent of happiness and joy.