yes i did notice the implosion. moving along.
the six strange things about me meme1. I can't stand to have anything drawn on my skin. ive never used my hands as notepads, drawn smiley faces or whatever. when im writing feverishly and getting ink on them, i have to wash it off. it annoys me. a lot
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so guess which first kiss drabble i managed to write first? how predictable am i? i think this is the first time i've done a firsts for this couple.
hawkeye/bj first kiss
Private Hart isn’t going to make it.
BJ’s been at his bedside for three hours now, the dull light of Post Op dancing over them in golden waves, and it shouldn’t be beautiful but Hawkeye knows better.
Hawkeye settles in next to BJ, right in, and their elbows touch. BJ looks over, into his eyes, and there’s something there. Not just grief for dying boys and ones who wish they were; not just loneliness, home sickness. Their eyes stay, static, for long moments, and Hawkeye’s hand curls round BJ’s leg, the penultimate green light. They’ve been running this race for a while now.
When their faces are too close, the kind of close that turns heads and spawns hate; BJ lets out a shaky laugh and says, “God,” with all kinds of gravity. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”
When they kiss it’s not spectacular, a press of lips. It’s not closing their eyes on the war; not anaesthetic, being numb. It’s all the opposite of that and this [Private Hart’s not going to make it]; it’s life and their tainted hopes for it.
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