About time, i thought
Just before i dash off to an Ancient tutorial, here's a drabble i wrote on the way to the station this morning. Not bad for a six am effort, i think.
Title: Drabble #72: Fixed
Pairing: Shanon/Boone, for my self-inflicted drabbles100 challenge
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: none
Disclaimer: JJ, for the last time. LET ME BUY THEM OFF YOU.
Notes: This one is actually dedicated to Rachael. She should be able to figure out why.
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"Shannon, if you just-"
"No! It won't work, ok? Forget it." She flomps elegantly into an overstuffed chair, balefully tucking her legs up into silver silk.
“Get up, you’ll ruin your dress.” Her eyes glare at him. “I mean it. Get up, sit here and don’t be a brat. I’ll fix it.”
His tone is not one to be questioned. With patient fingers he twists the offensive curls, turning ivy brambles into flowering roses, shining with diamond dew. He hands her the mirror.
She sets it down after a moment’s glance, kissing him briefly as she runs out the door.
Title: Drabble #72: Fixed
Pairing: Shanon/Boone, for my self-inflicted drabbles100 challenge
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: none
Disclaimer: JJ, for the last time. LET ME BUY THEM OFF YOU.
Notes: This one is actually dedicated to Rachael. She should be able to figure out why.
* * *
"Shannon, if you just-"
"No! It won't work, ok? Forget it." She flomps elegantly into an overstuffed chair, balefully tucking her legs up into silver silk.
“Get up, you’ll ruin your dress.” Her eyes glare at him. “I mean it. Get up, sit here and don’t be a brat. I’ll fix it.”
His tone is not one to be questioned. With patient fingers he twists the offensive curls, turning ivy brambles into flowering roses, shining with diamond dew. He hands her the mirror.
She sets it down after a moment’s glance, kissing him briefly as she runs out the door.