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Date: Fall 2012
Characters: Joey Holmberg, Lance Alvers.
Summary: Lance discovers the twisted spaziness of Joey. Joey tries to explain. Angst and Cuddling. :P
Status: Complete.
Private,
It was three in the morning. The bathroom’s lights were off, yet light still peeked under the door. Inside, Joey held a light bulb in one hand, head tilted over a notebook, scribbling furiously with a pen. His blue eyes were bright, darting over the words and then occasionally looking up and staring off. It was so hard to write things sometimes. But he had to do this; he’d bothered Lance enough with a few questions, he doubted the man could handle the full intensity of his…issues. The hand holding the pen brushed back his bangs, rubbing at his temple.
Guard never checks id, stairs to the right, circuit breakers on twelfth floor…One flick, lightening. Heads down, backs like bridges over the split ground…gold seeping everywhere…
Just details, but they made perfect sense. He had to get it all out of his head.
Characters: Joey Holmberg, Lance Alvers.
Summary: Lance discovers the twisted spaziness of Joey. Joey tries to explain. Angst and Cuddling. :P
Status: Complete.
Private,
It was three in the morning. The bathroom’s lights were off, yet light still peeked under the door. Inside, Joey held a light bulb in one hand, head tilted over a notebook, scribbling furiously with a pen. His blue eyes were bright, darting over the words and then occasionally looking up and staring off. It was so hard to write things sometimes. But he had to do this; he’d bothered Lance enough with a few questions, he doubted the man could handle the full intensity of his…issues. The hand holding the pen brushed back his bangs, rubbing at his temple.
Guard never checks id, stairs to the right, circuit breakers on twelfth floor…One flick, lightening. Heads down, backs like bridges over the split ground…gold seeping everywhere…
Just details, but they made perfect sense. He had to get it all out of his head.