BJ Ficlet Thingy- "Fingerprints"
I don't think this is finished, but whatevs.
Fingerprints | Brian/Justin | QAF:US |
When Justin left for the last time, he took everything with him.
Clothes and sketchbooks, toothbrush and razor. The Moby CD that had been kicked absentmindedly under the couch and the bottle of Icy Hot that had found a home in the medicine cabinet, stashed between expensive creams and moisturizers.
Allergy medicine and old doodles had been thrown into large trash bags; used art books stored at Daphne's until later. Supplies had been painstakingly catalogued, every last pencil and pen accounted for.
Everything that Justin needed to be Justin had been carefully removed, leaving behind empty spaces that still held the shape of five years and counting.
Still, Brian hadn't accounted for the little things; the absent reminders of living and loving that had been left all over the loft like invisible fingerprints. Justin was gone, but Brian could see little pieces of him, of them, everywhere he looked. The sugared cereal and loaf of white bread that were still in the bottom-left cabinet, right next the leftover baggie of Chinese tea. A secret stash of Oreos hidden behind the dusty porn collection, and a dirty, aged silk scarf that hung in the back of the closet. Memories captured in black and white on Brian's old SLR, a pair of black underwear folded in the top dresser drawer.
Mismatched socks at the bottom of the laundry basket. Strands of blonde hair woven into black cashmere sweaters, and the faint scent of sunshine that Brian had stopped trying to wash from his sheets.
Justin's presence was inescapable; a constant, continuous reminder of everything Brian had, and had lost.
I may post abandoned fics, later. Stay tuned.
Fingerprints | Brian/Justin | QAF:US |
When Justin left for the last time, he took everything with him.
Clothes and sketchbooks, toothbrush and razor. The Moby CD that had been kicked absentmindedly under the couch and the bottle of Icy Hot that had found a home in the medicine cabinet, stashed between expensive creams and moisturizers.
Allergy medicine and old doodles had been thrown into large trash bags; used art books stored at Daphne's until later. Supplies had been painstakingly catalogued, every last pencil and pen accounted for.
Everything that Justin needed to be Justin had been carefully removed, leaving behind empty spaces that still held the shape of five years and counting.
Still, Brian hadn't accounted for the little things; the absent reminders of living and loving that had been left all over the loft like invisible fingerprints. Justin was gone, but Brian could see little pieces of him, of them, everywhere he looked. The sugared cereal and loaf of white bread that were still in the bottom-left cabinet, right next the leftover baggie of Chinese tea. A secret stash of Oreos hidden behind the dusty porn collection, and a dirty, aged silk scarf that hung in the back of the closet. Memories captured in black and white on Brian's old SLR, a pair of black underwear folded in the top dresser drawer.
Mismatched socks at the bottom of the laundry basket. Strands of blonde hair woven into black cashmere sweaters, and the faint scent of sunshine that Brian had stopped trying to wash from his sheets.
Justin's presence was inescapable; a constant, continuous reminder of everything Brian had, and had lost.
I may post abandoned fics, later. Stay tuned.