(fic) Nothing but the ground to fall on
Tile: Nothing but the ground to fall on
Pairing: Dion Phaneuf / Jarome Iginla
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue.
Dion’s skin is ghostly pale, glowing like washed plates under bright lights. The uneven bruises that smear his shoulders, the dark violet tarnish under his eyes, chips and cracks, more than normal wear and tear.
It’s a cliché but the urge to kiss the hurt away is so strong that Jerome can only fight it by touching Dion instead. Grazing Dion’s skin as softly as possible trying not to wake him up.
Dion’s fingers twitch in his sleep, the newest darkest scars from fights above his knuckles burn red in front of Jerome’s eyes.
Jerome gives in, leans down and kisses them. The first of many.
Pairing: Dion Phaneuf / Jarome Iginla
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue.
Dion’s skin is ghostly pale, glowing like washed plates under bright lights. The uneven bruises that smear his shoulders, the dark violet tarnish under his eyes, chips and cracks, more than normal wear and tear.
It’s a cliché but the urge to kiss the hurt away is so strong that Jerome can only fight it by touching Dion instead. Grazing Dion’s skin as softly as possible trying not to wake him up.
Dion’s fingers twitch in his sleep, the newest darkest scars from fights above his knuckles burn red in front of Jerome’s eyes.
Jerome gives in, leans down and kisses them. The first of many.