cristallina (owllight) wrote,
@ 2008-06-13 03:00:00

Comment on this entry with a character and three prompts - a noun, an adjective, and a verb - and I'll write a little drabble about it.

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	lastbeautifool 2008-06-17 11:44 pm UTC (link)
	BLOOP BLOOP. Hans- ink, folded, listen Tennessee- knee, hot, breathe Nicci- button, red, smile (Reply to this)(Thread)

owllight
2008-06-21 03:26 pm UTC (link)

If Hans listens close enough, he can hear the ocean in Gabe's heart. He closes his eyes and presses his ear to Gabe's bare chest, savoring the way the heart inside beats. It stopped once, but that was a nightmare Hans only revisits in the very deepest dreams. His fingers stroke Gabe's ribs, his lips part as he listens.

There's ink on his fingertips, staining them dark blue, and he watches them as they touch Gabe's skin. As they make his heart race. He listens again to it, he lifts his mouth to Gabe's and tastes the heat of his breath. He savors his life, folds his arms under his body and curls up against him, cheek pillowed over Gabe's strumming heart

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owllight
2008-06-21 03:34 pm UTC (link)

It's easier to hide sometimes. Sometimes he's angry enough to fight back, and he picks up the hammer from the back of the cabinet or grabs the piece of wood leaning up against the side of the trailer. Sometimes Cornelius hits his sister first, and that's when Tennessee grabs the weapons and swings away.

Sometimes he's just a child, though. Just a scared kid cowering in a closet, arms around his legs and mouth pressed to his knee. His breath quivers, hot tears roll down his cheeks. Cornelius calls his name. He has a broken whiskey bottle in his hand. Pussy, he calls him. Weak.

There is nothing more shameful on a man than fear.

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owllight
2008-06-21 03:40 pm UTC (link)

Nicci has something bundled under his arms, hiding it from the world as he darts through the streets. It's secret, only for Charlie. He slips between an arguing couple, squirms through a cramped crowd of tourists. He finally finds their alley, finally finds their home. He drops to his knees in front of Charlie, panting and smiling.

"Baby," he whispers, cheeks pink from running, uncurling his arms and setting his gift in front of Charlie. It's his coat - the shabby gray one from the GoodWill - all fixed up with shiny new buttons, replaced where they were missing or falling off. "For you."

He wonders if Charlie knows that he's the only person in the world Nicci would give for.

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