158 words and nothing. but. bs.
*takes a deep breath*
Yes, I knowI'mnotsupposedtowriteconfuzingstufflikethatbutmumtoldmeto.
I don't even know where this came from, but here... 158 words mini-ficlet focused on James Wilson. It's crappy, and AU, if you speak that.
Men like him don't walk home at night alone. They drive; at a slow, cautious speed that's guaranteed to catch someone's attention. It doesn't matter who knocks on the car's window at the next red light. Brightly painted lips, make-believe-smiles - they're all the same. If he doesn't ask for a name, that's because he'll have forgotten it long before the sun comes up again. He sneaks out just after the break of dawn, never leaving anything behind but a soft, gentle blanket of oblivion. His fake telephone number completes the illusion of perfection, which he doesn't aim for, but silently takes in stride. He likes to please people. It's as simple as that.
Meeting Greg changed nothing, yet everything. He still checks out the girls at the corners, but while he talks to them, he doesn't take them home. He never intended to before, but he did - and now there's no need. Greg waits for him.
Yes, I knowI'mnotsupposedtowriteconfuzingstufflikethatbutmumtoldmeto.
I don't even know where this came from, but here... 158 words mini-ficlet focused on James Wilson. It's crappy, and AU, if you speak that.
Men like him don't walk home at night alone. They drive; at a slow, cautious speed that's guaranteed to catch someone's attention. It doesn't matter who knocks on the car's window at the next red light. Brightly painted lips, make-believe-smiles - they're all the same. If he doesn't ask for a name, that's because he'll have forgotten it long before the sun comes up again. He sneaks out just after the break of dawn, never leaving anything behind but a soft, gentle blanket of oblivion. His fake telephone number completes the illusion of perfection, which he doesn't aim for, but silently takes in stride. He likes to please people. It's as simple as that.
Meeting Greg changed nothing, yet everything. He still checks out the girls at the corners, but while he talks to them, he doesn't take them home. He never intended to before, but he did - and now there's no need. Greg waits for him.