FAKE Double Drabble: Unchanged
Title: Unchanged
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 170: Amnesty 17 at drabble_weekly, using Challenge 57: Love Is Blind.
Spoilers/Setting: Long after the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo aren’t as young as they used to be, but to each other’s eyes, they’re unchanged.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Dee’s hair is silver now, his face lined with age, and he moves a little stiffly, limping on the coldest, dampest days, of which there are many in the middle of a New York winter. His eyes are the same vivid green, but he wears glasses most of the time, because contacts are a hassle and arthritis makes his fingers less nimble than they used to be, leading to him losing one of the last pair a few weeks back. It’s probably somewhere in the bathroom, unless it went down the drain, but it hasn’t turned up yet. Anyway, the glasses make him look distinguished.
Ryo’s hair is getting lighter too, but is still as thick and luxuriant as ever. He has his share of wrinkles, a few age spots on his hands, and still needs glasses for reading, but he’s always been long-sighted, although he insists he can’t see as far as he used to. He’s got his share of aches and pains too, the legacy of past injuries; it’s why he’s suggested they retire to somewhere warmer, maybe Hawaii.
But each insists the other hasn’t changed a bit, still looks exactly as they did the day they wed.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 170: Amnesty 17 at drabble_weekly, using Challenge 57: Love Is Blind.
Spoilers/Setting: Long after the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo aren’t as young as they used to be, but to each other’s eyes, they’re unchanged.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Dee’s hair is silver now, his face lined with age, and he moves a little stiffly, limping on the coldest, dampest days, of which there are many in the middle of a New York winter. His eyes are the same vivid green, but he wears glasses most of the time, because contacts are a hassle and arthritis makes his fingers less nimble than they used to be, leading to him losing one of the last pair a few weeks back. It’s probably somewhere in the bathroom, unless it went down the drain, but it hasn’t turned up yet. Anyway, the glasses make him look distinguished.
Ryo’s hair is getting lighter too, but is still as thick and luxuriant as ever. He has his share of wrinkles, a few age spots on his hands, and still needs glasses for reading, but he’s always been long-sighted, although he insists he can’t see as far as he used to. He’s got his share of aches and pains too, the legacy of past injuries; it’s why he’s suggested they retire to somewhere warmer, maybe Hawaii.
But each insists the other hasn’t changed a bit, still looks exactly as they did the day they wed.
The End