DCU Blanket Fic Meme
Since it's the first snow of the winter (for where me and Bek are anyway), we thought we'd have a ficcing meme. We didn't wanna do one that was already done, so we came up with the Blanket Fic Meme: DCU Edition
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Jason
warning & spoilers: none.
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This place sucked. But not the blanket. Warm, heavy, good blanket.
Jason moved lazily under it, careful of the scratchy warmth. He hadn't totally closed the curtains when he had crashed in this dingy roadside motel at oh too dark thirty. The light filtering between the off-colored fabric was soft, muted like falling snow and clean sharp cold, normal sounds and noises smothered under white blankets - cold white soft blankets as a counterpoint to his, warm and heavy and dark and scratchy.
He burrowed deeper, tousled hair and nose barely pecking out. It was cold inside too, and he kept a lazy eye on the snow falling on the outer world.
He wondered, not for the first time since he got on the road, what had gotten into him for going on the road. What had gotten into him for him to listen to Tim's message. What had gotten into Tim for asking for his assistance. No, not assistance, even if it had been the word the kid had used. More 'help' than anything, but Tim would never use this word.
He moved again, stretching slowly, the back of his hand under the pillow bumping against the warm hilt of his knife, the black fabric of the holster on the bedside table, armor and leather jacket on the chair and stuff in between. He burrowed back.
He never knew what was going on in Tim's head, no-one did, like that time he had busted Jason out of jail. Like now, leaving everything behind, leaving the one man he had looked up to, had grew up to be, for an elusive search.
The man had been his father, too. Didn't mean Jason believed in miracles.
The light didn't change, outside.
Snow would keep falling. Jason would get up, at some point, maybe find some coffee, then it would be back on the road. He would find Tim sometimes today, or maybe tomorrow if the weather got worse and they closed the roads off.
For now, his hand lightly closed around the hilt under the pillow, he stayed under the blanket. He stayed under the warmth.
And he watched the world hide under white.
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Very nice. :D
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;)
Now this is the prologue to something bigger. I hope it'll stay small enough, but I can't answer for anything. And it'll be a Jason-love fest.
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Yay! Jason needs loooove~ <3
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I didn't feel him sad or mad or anything really there - he's just there, in between sleep and awake, in between feelings and in between worlds, laying things as he sees them, and allowing himself a break.
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