[Fanfiction] 2x Moonlight Drabbles
I never wrote a drabble, but while hunching over my NaNo Fic of Doom I had to distract myself. I ended with 2 drabbles.
Pairing Mick/Josef
Words: 100
Rating: PG
#1 - Josef's POV
He should have known that Mick would not give up.
The deer eyed innocence had fascinated him in the first place years ago. His urge to do the right thing and always asking for permission to do so.
Like it would make a difference if he agreed with his actions.
Almost like he made a difference.
He had known her well and that familiarity was to blame for the unsettling feeling of helplessness, that was threatening to consume him when he looked at him.
Asking for approval and his blessing.
He should have know that Coraline would never give up.
#2 - Mick's POV
He could see him slip away into the distant shell of protection. Closing himself off to any emotions and feelings. Gone was the self-assured cocky and supporting friend, easily replaced with the four hundred year old paranoid mentor. It was frightening to watch the transformation into a powerful vessel without a hint of compassion or a sliver of humanity left.
Oftentimes he envied Josef for his century old youth, his unwavering charm or the unfathomably wealth.
It was moments like that, when he hoped with everything that was left of his former self, that he would never be like him.
Pairing Mick/Josef
Words: 100
Rating: PG
#1 - Josef's POV
He should have known that Mick would not give up.
The deer eyed innocence had fascinated him in the first place years ago. His urge to do the right thing and always asking for permission to do so.
Like it would make a difference if he agreed with his actions.
Almost like he made a difference.
He had known her well and that familiarity was to blame for the unsettling feeling of helplessness, that was threatening to consume him when he looked at him.
Asking for approval and his blessing.
He should have know that Coraline would never give up.
#2 - Mick's POV
He could see him slip away into the distant shell of protection. Closing himself off to any emotions and feelings. Gone was the self-assured cocky and supporting friend, easily replaced with the four hundred year old paranoid mentor. It was frightening to watch the transformation into a powerful vessel without a hint of compassion or a sliver of humanity left.
Oftentimes he envied Josef for his century old youth, his unwavering charm or the unfathomably wealth.
It was moments like that, when he hoped with everything that was left of his former self, that he would never be like him.