In Synch [standalone]
Title: In Sync [standalone]
Author:
eternitybreaks@
orton_fics
Fandom: Football (RPS)
Pairing: Michael Carrick and Rio Ferdinand
Rating: PG
Summary: Michael thinks about the new season [129 words]
Disclaimer: Fiction. © picture to blackbirdpye. Lyrics.
Notes: I'm trying to better my imagery right now. (Especially in a short amount of space).
Just take a look around
It's growing everywhere
God Grows Grass It's Heaven sent
The grass felt warm against my bare legs. Summer had come out full force in August, drenching everything it saw in a humid afterglow. The stadium was eerily quiet for once. The new season would start in a mere few weeks and I was feeling nostalgic already. What would happen this time around? With the never-ending saga and the supreme bliss of the double; would next season end in another perfect fairytale or disaster? I felt him next to me his presence a quiet and familiar comfort. My hand found his between the short grass blades, our fingers intertwining in sync.
“We’ll do it again Michael.”
I smiled he knew me well, I let my gaze wander to our hands. Pale against brown in beautiful harmony.
“Yeah. We will.”
Author:
eternitybreaks@
orton_fics
Fandom: Football (RPS)
Pairing: Michael Carrick and Rio Ferdinand
Rating: PG
Summary: Michael thinks about the new season [129 words]
Disclaimer: Fiction. © picture to blackbirdpye. Lyrics.
Notes: I'm trying to better my imagery right now. (Especially in a short amount of space).
Just take a look around
It's growing everywhere
God Grows Grass It's Heaven sent
The grass felt warm against my bare legs. Summer had come out full force in August, drenching everything it saw in a humid afterglow. The stadium was eerily quiet for once. The new season would start in a mere few weeks and I was feeling nostalgic already. What would happen this time around? With the never-ending saga and the supreme bliss of the double; would next season end in another perfect fairytale or disaster? I felt him next to me his presence a quiet and familiar comfort. My hand found his between the short grass blades, our fingers intertwining in sync.
“We’ll do it again Michael.”
I smiled he knew me well, I let my gaze wander to our hands. Pale against brown in beautiful harmony.
“Yeah. We will.”