Fic - "I'm In Love With You." - Danny
Yeah, it's one of these again.
Title:" I'm In Love With You."
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character: Danny
Author's Note: Written for iugularemortuos , whose awesome art continues to rock my socks off!
A series of fic written from the same prompt. One character says to another, "I'm in love with you."
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His first thought is to say, "I know," but he can't, because, dramatic as it sounds, it isn't precisely true and it bothers Nicholas inherently to say things that aren't precise.
"I assumed that," he says.
Danny doesn't look at him, for once. "Is it that obvious?"
"No."
"Then how..?"
"Danny," Nicholas says softly, barely making sounds at all over the expulsion of his breath.
"Do you..." Danny mumbles, leaning over a fence to stare intently at someone's back garden. "At all?" he adds.
It is the straps of his stab vest done up too tightly that prevent Nicholas from inhaling completely, he decides. He shifts underneath it, stretching his neck to one side. "I don't..." he begins and Danny flinches. Nicholas stumbles on his words and backtracks. "When you were," and here his voice deepens in that melodramatic way he can't seem to control, "shot, I felt as though everything good and beautiful was going out of my life all at once. There was no color, no silence, and I couldn't think of a single reason I had to live anymore."
"Oh," Danny says.
"Aside from that, I don't know." Nicholas sighs. "I just don't know and, Danny..."
Danny finally looks up at him with the usual amount of starry-eyed devotion.
"I'm not very good with things I don't know," Nicholas says firmly.
Danny nods.
They look at each other for a moment longer, then turn, and begin again to walk in the mid-afternoon sunshine, each looking away with quiet, secret smiles.
Title:" I'm In Love With You."
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character: Danny
Author's Note: Written for iugularemortuos , whose awesome art continues to rock my socks off!
A series of fic written from the same prompt. One character says to another, "I'm in love with you."
-
His first thought is to say, "I know," but he can't, because, dramatic as it sounds, it isn't precisely true and it bothers Nicholas inherently to say things that aren't precise.
"I assumed that," he says.
Danny doesn't look at him, for once. "Is it that obvious?"
"No."
"Then how..?"
"Danny," Nicholas says softly, barely making sounds at all over the expulsion of his breath.
"Do you..." Danny mumbles, leaning over a fence to stare intently at someone's back garden. "At all?" he adds.
It is the straps of his stab vest done up too tightly that prevent Nicholas from inhaling completely, he decides. He shifts underneath it, stretching his neck to one side. "I don't..." he begins and Danny flinches. Nicholas stumbles on his words and backtracks. "When you were," and here his voice deepens in that melodramatic way he can't seem to control, "shot, I felt as though everything good and beautiful was going out of my life all at once. There was no color, no silence, and I couldn't think of a single reason I had to live anymore."
"Oh," Danny says.
"Aside from that, I don't know." Nicholas sighs. "I just don't know and, Danny..."
Danny finally looks up at him with the usual amount of starry-eyed devotion.
"I'm not very good with things I don't know," Nicholas says firmly.
Danny nods.
They look at each other for a moment longer, then turn, and begin again to walk in the mid-afternoon sunshine, each looking away with quiet, secret smiles.