December drabbles?
I've been wanting to post all week and not managing it for one reason and another. Work was actually quite busy yesterday, and Second Job was even more busy (which was good, but does take away from t'interneting time, and of course it's when I'm busy with other things and can't that I most want to post and write and all... But I turned on my
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Frost
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A Frostry Night*
by Slantedlight
It was sharp-cold in the field, and jagged of edge. Pricks of frost glinted and crunched when Bodie moved, though they couldn’t move far, not when they were on obs.
Watching, always watching.
A still cold, then, holding its breath, waiting for the sun to launch into the sky and blaze ever more fiercely, for the frost to melt and the day to begin.
Before him the horizon slowly washed silver, shone copper and bronze.
Beside him, Doyle shifted slowly, lifted his head. “I’m sorry,” he said.
At last.
Frost crunched as Bodie moved, and the sun began to shine.
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silver, shone copper and bronze. I love these colours, with their metallic cold.
and the screencap (bonus!) is perfect for the drabble, that does look like a frosty morning, and maybe Doyle's "I'm sorry" is about Ann, but maybe something else entirely.
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crackers
fairy lights
(I'm in the throes of decorating, using the excuse that it's for my grandson.)
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The Surprise Inside
by Slantedlight
They’d pulled a couple of crackers, Doyle thought as Charley pressed against him, as Karen leaned closer to Bodie, ran her hand up his thigh, kissed him under the mistletoe. Proper crackers, these, crowns of golden hair to run fingers through, jokish whispers and giggles sighing across ears and necks…
He turned Charley around to watch her undress, and caught another glimpse of Bodie, half naked now, all hard-muscled legs, rounded arse, and long thick cock.
And Doyle’s breath left him in a surge of want, for just him, just Bodie, and for Bodie to be fucking him. Alone.
Bang.
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I'll get to the fairy lights too, I promise, though stoopid work is in the way a bit now...
Omg, just seen your icon and I don't know whether to laugh or cry... maybe I'll have to settle for laughing hysterically... *g*
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Angel Hairby Slantedlight ( ... )
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And you know, if you feel like playing, I'd be more than happy to give you a prompt... *g*
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In the meantime... chestnuts. (That is one word, not two... oh go on, then.)
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In Deep December
by Slantedlight
Smoke filled the air, though he couldn’t feel the heat of the fire from here, just the sharply-tanged cold, could hear singing.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…
They’d had chestnuts once, him and Bodie, because Bodie’d never tasted them. He’d burned his fingers, and Doyle had laughed.
…nipping at your toes…
Bodie loved his toes, he’d said so once - I even love…
So Bodie would come, he knew Bodie would come.
…will find it hard to sleep…
Dawson leaned over him, hovered the brand above his naked body.
Bodie would come.
Chestnuts…
Upstairs a door slammed.
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