drabble: tommy jones, lee delgado;
Inspired by something Nate _thenothing_ brought up last night while we were talking about otherearth626.
prompt: Tommy; "If you think I'm such a joke, then why don't you spend a day in my shoes." *claps hands together, before slamming both hands against other person, thus alchemizing clothes against skin, and shoes to floor, and making the fabric stiff as stone* *Tommy glares* "There. Now you know what my Mum must feel like."
She rapped thrice on the archway, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip as she watched him leaf through a clearbook. "Hey you," she ventured, stepping into the room to move beside him on his bed. He didn't look up, just continued flipping the pages left to right as his eyes skimmed through the panels, taking the story in.
Lee caught her lower lip between her teeth and then sat down, one hand curling fingers around his forearm, while the other came around his shoulders.
When she pulled him close, he offered no resistance, and instead slid his fingers along her shoulder and into her hair as he pressed his face to her stomach, curling up llke a fetus hiding away from the world.
It was all she could do to hold him. To stroke her fingers through his hair as the sobs shuddered through him like the shattering of glass.
prompt: Tommy; "If you think I'm such a joke, then why don't you spend a day in my shoes." *claps hands together, before slamming both hands against other person, thus alchemizing clothes against skin, and shoes to floor, and making the fabric stiff as stone* *Tommy glares* "There. Now you know what my Mum must feel like."
She rapped thrice on the archway, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip as she watched him leaf through a clearbook. "Hey you," she ventured, stepping into the room to move beside him on his bed. He didn't look up, just continued flipping the pages left to right as his eyes skimmed through the panels, taking the story in.
Lee caught her lower lip between her teeth and then sat down, one hand curling fingers around his forearm, while the other came around his shoulders.
When she pulled him close, he offered no resistance, and instead slid his fingers along her shoulder and into her hair as he pressed his face to her stomach, curling up llke a fetus hiding away from the world.
It was all she could do to hold him. To stroke her fingers through his hair as the sobs shuddered through him like the shattering of glass.