Person of Interest Drabble-Sequence: leave a day at every door
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Title: leave a day at every door
Author: Mistress Kat / kat_lair
Fandom: Person of Interest
Pairing: Finch/Reese
Rating: PG
Word count: 3 x 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: He doesn’t ask if John is sure, if John has thought this through.
Author notes: I felt like writing a drabble sequence. Also, I’ve had spring in my mind and senses for a week now. Title from When I have seen the Sun emerge by Emily Dickson
Spring pours through the blinds, painting the library in golden slashes of sun.
“This is unacceptable,” Harold mutters, squinting at the monitors. “I cannot see.”
John can do nothing but.
He stands rooted in place, a cup of tea slowly heating his palm, caught in the play of shadow and light, the way Harold’s glasses go from opaque to clear and back again. Curved over the keyboard, his hands are pale, skin almost transparent, blue veins pushing toward the surface and John wants to press his mouth right there, against Harold’s steady pulse, to remind himself what hope tastes like.
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Harold is not as surprised as he’d expected to be, probably because on some level at least he had expected it.
“Mr Reese,” he says as his chair is pulled around, blinking against the sudden brightness of the room, the expression on… “John,” he amends, reaching to trace the lines at the corner of John’s eyes, stark and beautiful in the sunlight.
He doesn’t ask if John is sure, if John has thought this through. By summer they may both be dead and to question John’s choice, to deny…
Unthinkable.
Harold curls his fingers around John’s nape, guiding him down.
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The floorboards are warm, the pain on his knees oddly welcoming, all the abuses life has inflicted on John’s body nothing but preparation for this moment; each wound and betrayal, each loss, making him strong enough to bear the weight of Harold’s kiss without wavering.
But it’s because of Harold, who picked John up from the gutter and showed him the stars, that he is strong enough to accept it.
John opens himself up like a well, already full from the purpose, the life Harold has given him, and feels the way his heart brims and swells, overflowing with joy.
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Title: leave a day at every door
Author: Mistress Kat / kat_lair
Fandom: Person of Interest
Pairing: Finch/Reese
Rating: PG
Word count: 3 x 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: He doesn’t ask if John is sure, if John has thought this through.
Author notes: I felt like writing a drabble sequence. Also, I’ve had spring in my mind and senses for a week now. Title from When I have seen the Sun emerge by Emily Dickson
Spring pours through the blinds, painting the library in golden slashes of sun.
“This is unacceptable,” Harold mutters, squinting at the monitors. “I cannot see.”
John can do nothing but.
He stands rooted in place, a cup of tea slowly heating his palm, caught in the play of shadow and light, the way Harold’s glasses go from opaque to clear and back again. Curved over the keyboard, his hands are pale, skin almost transparent, blue veins pushing toward the surface and John wants to press his mouth right there, against Harold’s steady pulse, to remind himself what hope tastes like.
***
Harold is not as surprised as he’d expected to be, probably because on some level at least he had expected it.
“Mr Reese,” he says as his chair is pulled around, blinking against the sudden brightness of the room, the expression on… “John,” he amends, reaching to trace the lines at the corner of John’s eyes, stark and beautiful in the sunlight.
He doesn’t ask if John is sure, if John has thought this through. By summer they may both be dead and to question John’s choice, to deny…
Unthinkable.
Harold curls his fingers around John’s nape, guiding him down.
***
The floorboards are warm, the pain on his knees oddly welcoming, all the abuses life has inflicted on John’s body nothing but preparation for this moment; each wound and betrayal, each loss, making him strong enough to bear the weight of Harold’s kiss without wavering.
But it’s because of Harold, who picked John up from the gutter and showed him the stars, that he is strong enough to accept it.
John opens himself up like a well, already full from the purpose, the life Harold has given him, and feels the way his heart brims and swells, overflowing with joy.
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