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ds_flashfictionTeeny, tiny little lie in this one ... bonus points if you're actually able to find it. This was written in about half an hour, I don't usually write from Fraser's POV, and I didn't edit it at all, so blame the weirdness on all those factors.
Weighing in at 365 words:
Frostbite
"I just ... I get nervous sometimes, y'know?"
He's curled around Ray in the darkness, warm sheets tangled between his legs, listening to Ray's husky voice, soft in the stillness. He can feel Ray's heart beating beneath his hand.
"I mean, we're doin' so good here with everything ... we're ok, the job's ok ... nothing's going wrong. We're great, we're amazingly great ... It's weird, I just feel like it's ... like it's too good to be true or something."
Yes. He glances out the window at a patch of white on the roof across the street. He can't tell what it is from here, but if he squints, it almost looks like snow.
"You're gonna tell me I'm paranoid. I probably am ... but I just can't help feeling like it's all gonna fall apart eventually."
The summer heat is making him sluggish. It weighs down on him when he's outside. Wearing the uniform now makes about as much logical sense as sitting in a sweatlodge wrapped in cling film, but he wears it anyway. It's his duty, after all.
"I know you don't like it here too much."
He craves cold now, as he would imagine an addict craving a hit.
"I don't want to keep you here if you don't want to be here ... but I don't want you to leave, neither."
All his dreams are cloaked in white, soft blue shadows.
"I dunno. I might miss you or something, if you go off without me ... Am I just talking bullshit here, Fraser? You getting what I'm saying?"
He wants to see his breath hanging frozen in the air again. "Not a bit of it, Ray."
"You're lying to me, Fraser."
"Yes, Ray."
There is silence for a small eternity. Ray sighs, a small, tired-sounding exhalation. He welcomes it, tightens his embrace.
"We'll leave soon, ok? Don't know for how long. I want to go with you."
"Thank you."
"'S'ok, Fraser. Go to sleep."
He kisses the back of Ray's neck, clean salt sweat and clean light taste of Ray on his lips. "Yes, Ray."
Ray's breathing slows, evens. Fraser imagines him on snowshoes and smiles in the darkness.
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Weighing in at 365 words:
Frostbite
"I just ... I get nervous sometimes, y'know?"
He's curled around Ray in the darkness, warm sheets tangled between his legs, listening to Ray's husky voice, soft in the stillness. He can feel Ray's heart beating beneath his hand.
"I mean, we're doin' so good here with everything ... we're ok, the job's ok ... nothing's going wrong. We're great, we're amazingly great ... It's weird, I just feel like it's ... like it's too good to be true or something."
Yes. He glances out the window at a patch of white on the roof across the street. He can't tell what it is from here, but if he squints, it almost looks like snow.
"You're gonna tell me I'm paranoid. I probably am ... but I just can't help feeling like it's all gonna fall apart eventually."
The summer heat is making him sluggish. It weighs down on him when he's outside. Wearing the uniform now makes about as much logical sense as sitting in a sweatlodge wrapped in cling film, but he wears it anyway. It's his duty, after all.
"I know you don't like it here too much."
He craves cold now, as he would imagine an addict craving a hit.
"I don't want to keep you here if you don't want to be here ... but I don't want you to leave, neither."
All his dreams are cloaked in white, soft blue shadows.
"I dunno. I might miss you or something, if you go off without me ... Am I just talking bullshit here, Fraser? You getting what I'm saying?"
He wants to see his breath hanging frozen in the air again. "Not a bit of it, Ray."
"You're lying to me, Fraser."
"Yes, Ray."
There is silence for a small eternity. Ray sighs, a small, tired-sounding exhalation. He welcomes it, tightens his embrace.
"We'll leave soon, ok? Don't know for how long. I want to go with you."
"Thank you."
"'S'ok, Fraser. Go to sleep."
He kisses the back of Ray's neck, clean salt sweat and clean light taste of Ray on his lips. "Yes, Ray."
Ray's breathing slows, evens. Fraser imagines him on snowshoes and smiles in the darkness.
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