For tinhutlady
...the Bringer of Drabbles to us all. Once upon a time she wrote a lovely little L/R drabble for me and I, among others, thought it needed a companion piece. So here it is. *g*
Follow the link to the original: http://tinhutlady.livejournal.com/143934.html#cutid1
And then click here for the Take Two:
Rogue had ignored the fact that it was her turn long enough that several people all jumped in at once with comments. “Waiting for your luck to change?” “C’mon, chica, we ain’t got all night.” “Move it or lose it!”
She blinked once, shook her head and reached for the dice sitting in the middle of the Monopoly board. “Sorry, guys,” she murmured. “Lost track.”
She didn’t dare risk a look at the player who was sitting on the rug beside her, in case he had seen more than the others, much less a look towards the actual source of her distraction. Bobby might know why she’d hesitated, and Rogue didn’t want to know it if he did. She’d prefer to think her discomposure was concealed.
From somewhere in the darkened room behind her, maybe even in the doorway, she’d smelled cigar smoke.
And she didn’t know what to think, as usual, of the fact that Logan was somewhere near her, watching her, as he always seemed to be. She hadn’t expected him to play, but she didn’t know why-again-he was hanging around just to observe.
And she didn’t know when, or how, she’d ever be able to step away from the safety of this bright, shiny circle of friends and ask if she could be at his side, wherever he went-because she had no illusions about that not including uncertainty and change and loss, and she’d had so much of that in the last few years that she held onto childish games even more tightly.
But what she knew for sure was that if ever she turned around to find that he wasn’t there any more, waiting in the shadows, she wouldn’t be able to bear it. So she adjusted her little iron terrier, looked to see where the hotels and the Go To Jail square were on the board, blinked once more to clear her eyes of the tears that had filled them for a moment, and prepared to take her turn. Tonight, at least, he would still be there waiting when the game was over.
She breathed a prayer, and threw the dice.
Follow the link to the original: http://tinhutlady.livejournal.com/143934.html#cutid1
And then click here for the Take Two:
Rogue had ignored the fact that it was her turn long enough that several people all jumped in at once with comments. “Waiting for your luck to change?” “C’mon, chica, we ain’t got all night.” “Move it or lose it!”
She blinked once, shook her head and reached for the dice sitting in the middle of the Monopoly board. “Sorry, guys,” she murmured. “Lost track.”
She didn’t dare risk a look at the player who was sitting on the rug beside her, in case he had seen more than the others, much less a look towards the actual source of her distraction. Bobby might know why she’d hesitated, and Rogue didn’t want to know it if he did. She’d prefer to think her discomposure was concealed.
From somewhere in the darkened room behind her, maybe even in the doorway, she’d smelled cigar smoke.
And she didn’t know what to think, as usual, of the fact that Logan was somewhere near her, watching her, as he always seemed to be. She hadn’t expected him to play, but she didn’t know why-again-he was hanging around just to observe.
And she didn’t know when, or how, she’d ever be able to step away from the safety of this bright, shiny circle of friends and ask if she could be at his side, wherever he went-because she had no illusions about that not including uncertainty and change and loss, and she’d had so much of that in the last few years that she held onto childish games even more tightly.
But what she knew for sure was that if ever she turned around to find that he wasn’t there any more, waiting in the shadows, she wouldn’t be able to bear it. So she adjusted her little iron terrier, looked to see where the hotels and the Go To Jail square were on the board, blinked once more to clear her eyes of the tears that had filled them for a moment, and prepared to take her turn. Tonight, at least, he would still be there waiting when the game was over.
She breathed a prayer, and threw the dice.