3 Drabbles for lost_land
This is the challenge I realised I sucked at drabbles, LOL. But I spent a lot of time on them (yeah, spent ages on only 100 words per fic, it's hard!) so I'm gonna share them here.
Desire:
If he avoided eye contact with her long enough, perhaps she would assume that he was asleep and finally leave him alone. He wasn’t here to be gawped at, especially by her. He hated her, Ana-Lucia. He wasn’t sure if it was because she had murdered Shannon, or if it was how comfortable she had settled in as one of the ‘leaders’ of the camp, or if it was because of her inability to understand his sense of humour…
“Charlie,” she murmured, still staring inquisitively . “Didn’t you used to be in Drive Shaft?”
…He had never wanted her more.
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Memory:
In some way, the island had become a distant memory; a nightmarish haven for all the good and bad that had ever happened to him during those hellish few months. The people he had met could never fully be erased, but their faces, with the help of his newly acquired drug addiction, had began to blur and distort in his memory. The island itself became another realm found only in his deepest dreams.
But somehow, as his eyes snapped open and he observed the trees of the island swinging gently in the cool sea breeze, Jack knew he was home.
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Love:
The concert was almost empty by the time Miles strolled back out amongst the empty tables and chairs. He spotted Ana-Lucia sat at the back by herself, her knee propped up against the table and her hand wrapped around a can of beer.
“You came.” He approached her and smiled.
“Would you believe I had a crush on the bassist?” she smirked, looking up at him with her eyebrows raised humorously.
He laughed and observed her, admiring how at ease she was out of police uniform.
“Hilarious,” he said sarcastically, leaning down to kiss her. “Exactly why I love you.”