D/R Drabble
Letters
A short drabble from my favourite OTP; Danny/Remy
365 words, G rating.
Works in either NP or OUAT.
-D
I want to see you. Piano room, 7pm?
-R
He didn’t know why they addressed and signed their letters ‘D’ and ‘R’. They just always had; he supposed maybe if they got picked up, it would seem less incriminating, but somehow, he just didn’t care. It was a strange thing, to be so enthralled with this quiet, studious skinny wretch of a boy, but somehow it took over every single waking moment of his day. Danny was with him when he woke up, when he showered, when he breakfasted, went to class, smoked, ate dinner, talked with friends, went to bed. Danny was there, by his side, whether his physical presence was there or not. And Remy was so confused by it all.
He’d not spoken to anybody about it - really, who could he speak to? He didn’t like to show himself as weak, to be so in need of a shoulder, even though sometimes he felt like breaking down in the corridor and sobbing his heart out without one.
He never did. He usually just punched something instead. If he was crossed at the wrong moment, that sometimes changed to ‘someone’.
- R
I look forward to it.
-D
He’d carried around those five precious words in his head, heart and pocket in the dragging hours between lunch and evening. They accompanied him as he pulled his favourite hoody out of his trunk, enthralled him as he’d strolled casually out of the common room, heart pounding in his chest as though he’d just stolen a priceless item. Those five words had rolled through his head again and again as he’d made his way through the familiar hallways, until he found the fifth floor, and the twelfth door, and pushed it open with trembling hands.
Danny was there, elegant fingers running smoothly over the keys, lilting music filling the room and engulfing Remys senses. He’d watched, just for a little while, then moved over and knelt beside the piano bench, head resting lightly on Dannys thigh.
“Hello, sailor.” Danny had murmured, and Remy had closed his eyes, finding the peace in those precious moments that he’d looked for his whole life.
“Hi.”
end
Comments, crit, thoughts, all welcome.
A short drabble from my favourite OTP; Danny/Remy
365 words, G rating.
Works in either NP or OUAT.
-D
I want to see you. Piano room, 7pm?
-R
He didn’t know why they addressed and signed their letters ‘D’ and ‘R’. They just always had; he supposed maybe if they got picked up, it would seem less incriminating, but somehow, he just didn’t care. It was a strange thing, to be so enthralled with this quiet, studious skinny wretch of a boy, but somehow it took over every single waking moment of his day. Danny was with him when he woke up, when he showered, when he breakfasted, went to class, smoked, ate dinner, talked with friends, went to bed. Danny was there, by his side, whether his physical presence was there or not. And Remy was so confused by it all.
He’d not spoken to anybody about it - really, who could he speak to? He didn’t like to show himself as weak, to be so in need of a shoulder, even though sometimes he felt like breaking down in the corridor and sobbing his heart out without one.
He never did. He usually just punched something instead. If he was crossed at the wrong moment, that sometimes changed to ‘someone’.
- R
I look forward to it.
-D
He’d carried around those five precious words in his head, heart and pocket in the dragging hours between lunch and evening. They accompanied him as he pulled his favourite hoody out of his trunk, enthralled him as he’d strolled casually out of the common room, heart pounding in his chest as though he’d just stolen a priceless item. Those five words had rolled through his head again and again as he’d made his way through the familiar hallways, until he found the fifth floor, and the twelfth door, and pushed it open with trembling hands.
Danny was there, elegant fingers running smoothly over the keys, lilting music filling the room and engulfing Remys senses. He’d watched, just for a little while, then moved over and knelt beside the piano bench, head resting lightly on Dannys thigh.
“Hello, sailor.” Danny had murmured, and Remy had closed his eyes, finding the peace in those precious moments that he’d looked for his whole life.
“Hi.”
end
Comments, crit, thoughts, all welcome.