It's the scent of coconut suntan oil that lingers in the summer haze. The house is dark, narrow, trapping heat and dust motes; full of old smells and this new note that lingers. He's curled into a ball on the old couch; a favourite place, but also an escape. It's quiet, an unusual state. Outside the traffic is muted, as if slowed in the heat, melting into the pavement. He can't go back into his room yet. They only left this morning, but the feel of them remains. His mind flashes images; smooth skin, tousled hair, tousled limbs. A hand and a smile beckoning.
He groans as his hand lowers furtively into his lap. He has privacy, some time and an ache to fill the world. But he loves them too much to waste the memory on solitary relief and a sudden feeling of loss.
They're a part of him, and he'll keep the memory where it belongs.
I know this is my first comment on your lj, and I should just be all... fangirly and gushy, cause that's what I do, but this just wouldn't get out of my head, so I wrote it. I hope you don't find it intrusive
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Thank you, for not being offended, and for saying it's beautiful! Posting that was actually a big leap for me. I don't normally feel comfortable pushing my writing on others. *g*
He groans as his hand lowers furtively into his lap. He has privacy, some time and an ache to fill the world. But he loves them too much to waste the memory on solitary relief and a sudden feeling of loss.
They're a part of him, and he'll keep the memory where it belongs.
I know this is my first comment on your lj, and I should just be all... fangirly and gushy, cause that's what I do, but this just wouldn't get out of my head, so I wrote it. I hope you don't find it intrusive ( ... )
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Mere you rock!
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Well, I had excellent inspiration. *loves*
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