Apparently, my brain REALLY doesn't want to think about tomorrow's class
This is for swingandswirl because Andy belongs to her and she posted him over to me to distract me from my studies help me track down a plot-bunny I might have foisted onto her. This might have interrupted me.
He's sitting cross-legged on the ground, with the sun beating down and the earth pressing up. Off to the side, he can still hear the voices, their flow intercut with the thudding of rotor blades, and the march of dust-dulled boots. With his shallow breathing and closed eyes, he's asleep, to all intents and purposes. But hard as he tries, quietly sneaking up, Andy's never been able to catch him by surprise and this time is no exception. His hand is reaching out to poke Colby, when, eyes still closed, Colby shoots out his own , catching Andy at the wrist.
"You'll have to do better than that," he says, not bothering to turn his face, much less open his eyes. Andy's retort is swallowed, as he looks down to track Colby's thumb, swiping gently across the inside of his wrist, before it let's go.
"How do you do that?" he bites out, flinging himself to the ground in an overheated heap.
Colby deigns to turn, finally, cracking one eye open to grin lazily at him. With a shrug, he answers "It's you. I just always know."
Yeah....I don't know where that came from. It definitely doesn't look like my article on Identity Politics, which is what I *was* reading.
He's sitting cross-legged on the ground, with the sun beating down and the earth pressing up. Off to the side, he can still hear the voices, their flow intercut with the thudding of rotor blades, and the march of dust-dulled boots. With his shallow breathing and closed eyes, he's asleep, to all intents and purposes. But hard as he tries, quietly sneaking up, Andy's never been able to catch him by surprise and this time is no exception. His hand is reaching out to poke Colby, when, eyes still closed, Colby shoots out his own , catching Andy at the wrist.
"You'll have to do better than that," he says, not bothering to turn his face, much less open his eyes. Andy's retort is swallowed, as he looks down to track Colby's thumb, swiping gently across the inside of his wrist, before it let's go.
"How do you do that?" he bites out, flinging himself to the ground in an overheated heap.
Colby deigns to turn, finally, cracking one eye open to grin lazily at him. With a shrug, he answers "It's you. I just always know."
Yeah....I don't know where that came from. It definitely doesn't look like my article on Identity Politics, which is what I *was* reading.