May 17, 2011 14:03
I'm gonna say..... the first ten hockey prompts, at least. If they come easy, I'll keep filling them. I'll write you a drabble or something. New pairings/teams are okay, please not too terribly obscure though.... my attention span is just really short and I'm frustrated.
only 2 spaces left, guys!
Thanks, you lovely people. :)
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"I can't get married," Dunc blurts.
He's standing on Brent's doorstep in the pouring rain, completely drenched, clothes plastered to his skin and hair a mess around his eyes, and he's so pale that it freaks Brent the fuck out and he drags Dunc in by his arm.
Dunc is shivering, teeth clicking, and Brent would almost yell at him but Dunc's lips are a little bit on the blue side and Brent is still seriously worried, so he grabs two towels from the bathroom and wraps them around Dunc and hugs him until he stops shaking.
"You crazy bastard," he breathes into the top of Dunc's head, and feels wet on his nose from Dunc's hair. "Don't you have a car?"
Dunc gives a shuddery little laugh and relaxes a little bit in Brent's arms, making no move to step away. "I... Needed to get here. Seemed faster to just run."
"Jesus. Okay, come on, sit down," Brent says, and leads him to the couch. There's a blanket that he tries to wrap around Dunc, but Dunc shakes his head.
"I'm good."
After a few minutes, Dunc slowly stops shaking, and his blinks get slower, shoulders drooping. "No," he mutters, focusing blearily on Brent. "I need, I need to tell you-"
"Hey, hey," Brent says, soothing, gripping Dunc's shoulder through the layers of towels with one hand. "You can talk to me in the morning, okay? I'm not going anywhere, Duncs."
"...kay," Dunc sighs, and his head falls to the side.
Brent watches him sleep.
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Oh my goodness. BOYS!
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*hint hint nudge nudge*
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And I'm thrilled you enjoyed this drabble. Thank you so much for commenting. :)
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