2x 200-words-drabble
Title: Bells Are Ringing
Author:
jojothecr
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters: Brian & Justin
Summary: Post 'cancer episodes'
Beta:
positive_pat
Disclaimer: Not mine
Author's Note: Title borrowed by the M.C. Carpetner's Song 'Bells Are Ringing'
Bells Are Ringing
“Do you really still believe he’ll come?” Brian asks, walking to the window where Justin stands. Putting his strong arms around Justin’s shoulders, he pulls him tightly against his chest. Sighing, Justin leans into his warm, comforting touch.
“He always did. Why should this year be any different?”
“This year *was* different,” Brian replies coldly.
“I know,” Justin whispers.
This year was different and could have been even more so. Brian could have not celebrated Christmas this year. Many things have changed this year. But many things have also stayed the same. He’ll come. He must.
“He’ll come,” Justin nods, confirming his reply as he stares up at the snowy pale moon and the trees shining with frost, which had covered them for the entire week.
“Just wait and you’ll see. He’ll come.”
Brian rests his chin on Justin’s shoulder. “Will he come with the reindeers and all?”
“Yeah, reindeers and all, Brian,” Justin says.
“We should extinguish the fire in the fireplace then,” Brian ponders. “Or he will burn his big fat ass.”
Justin pokes Brian in the chest with his elbow. “You are so unromantic.”
“Hey, I’m just being realistic,” Brian protests. “Besides, burnt ass isn’t romantic either.”
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Title: Walk to Remember
Summary: Post 'cancer episodes'
Author's Note: Quoted film: 'Walk to Remember'
Walk to Remember
Brian closes the door as the movie line, “I’m sorry she never got her miracle”, touches his ears, he rolls his eyes. “Oh no not again,” he sighs, walking to the couch where Justin sits; his knees up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them. There are about ten used tissues lying beside him. Justin looks up at Brian’s face with his red and puffy eyes, his cheeks still wet and dirty from the spilled tears.
Brian drops his suitcase to the floor and takes off his coat, putting it over the couch. He shakes his head, smiling gently. “Why do you keep watching this, when you’re always so devastated after it?” Brian sits down and Justin immediately crawls up to him, wrapping his arms around Brian’s neck protectively. Brian can feel the fear in his grasp. He knows why Justin is scared.
“Because it’s beautiful,” Justin sniffles, not really caring that his tears soak Brian’s neck and one pretty expensive Armani suit. Brian’s fingers sweep through Justin’s hair, probing the individual strands.
“And now you won’t leave me for the rest of the day, will you?”
Justin nods against Brian’s shoulder, “No, I will be watching over you.”
Author:
jojothecr
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters: Brian & Justin
Summary: Post 'cancer episodes'
Beta:
positive_pat
Disclaimer: Not mine
Author's Note: Title borrowed by the M.C. Carpetner's Song 'Bells Are Ringing'
Bells Are Ringing
“Do you really still believe he’ll come?” Brian asks, walking to the window where Justin stands. Putting his strong arms around Justin’s shoulders, he pulls him tightly against his chest. Sighing, Justin leans into his warm, comforting touch.
“He always did. Why should this year be any different?”
“This year *was* different,” Brian replies coldly.
“I know,” Justin whispers.
This year was different and could have been even more so. Brian could have not celebrated Christmas this year. Many things have changed this year. But many things have also stayed the same. He’ll come. He must.
“He’ll come,” Justin nods, confirming his reply as he stares up at the snowy pale moon and the trees shining with frost, which had covered them for the entire week.
“Just wait and you’ll see. He’ll come.”
Brian rests his chin on Justin’s shoulder. “Will he come with the reindeers and all?”
“Yeah, reindeers and all, Brian,” Justin says.
“We should extinguish the fire in the fireplace then,” Brian ponders. “Or he will burn his big fat ass.”
Justin pokes Brian in the chest with his elbow. “You are so unromantic.”
“Hey, I’m just being realistic,” Brian protests. “Besides, burnt ass isn’t romantic either.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Title: Walk to Remember
Summary: Post 'cancer episodes'
Author's Note: Quoted film: 'Walk to Remember'
Walk to Remember
Brian closes the door as the movie line, “I’m sorry she never got her miracle”, touches his ears, he rolls his eyes. “Oh no not again,” he sighs, walking to the couch where Justin sits; his knees up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them. There are about ten used tissues lying beside him. Justin looks up at Brian’s face with his red and puffy eyes, his cheeks still wet and dirty from the spilled tears.
Brian drops his suitcase to the floor and takes off his coat, putting it over the couch. He shakes his head, smiling gently. “Why do you keep watching this, when you’re always so devastated after it?” Brian sits down and Justin immediately crawls up to him, wrapping his arms around Brian’s neck protectively. Brian can feel the fear in his grasp. He knows why Justin is scared.
“Because it’s beautiful,” Justin sniffles, not really caring that his tears soak Brian’s neck and one pretty expensive Armani suit. Brian’s fingers sweep through Justin’s hair, probing the individual strands.
“And now you won’t leave me for the rest of the day, will you?”
Justin nods against Brian’s shoulder, “No, I will be watching over you.”