Discovered in a Christmas Pud - December 9th

[solosundance]

Far off in the distance Doyle thought he could hear singing. And bells.

Singing and bells.

It had to be the drugs.

Still, it also had to be an improvement on the disembodied voices which had been plaguing him for some time. He turned slightly, bringing his hips with him. Something pulled at his side, like teeth. Sharp, vicious teeth, a whole

Comments

[dawnebeth]

Love this so very much. Poor Doyle, all groggy and hurting, trying to get out what he wants to say. Bodie right there, even when not expected, to comfort.

[solosundance]

I have a weakness for making my boys loopy on drugs - glad you liked it, thank you!

[ali15son]

What a wonderful story but my tears are starting to gather again , I thought I was all cried out but they are beginning to creep back again, just the thought of bodie being there for Doyle aw bless em!

[solosundance]

I was more than a little teary writing it tbh, but I feel better now :)

[sc_fossil]

I like the unworldliness of this, Doyle's not sure what's up and what's down, and Bodie's voice and hand anchor him. He thinks. :) Well done. Thanks!

[solosundance]

I was going for unworldliness, and the idea that all might not be what it seems, so yay! And thank you :)

[sc_fossil]

You know I meant otherworldliness but you understood my old brain. :)

[solosundance]

*pets Kat's lovely brain*

[snailbones]

What a gorgeous, perfect little fic, thank you!

I especially loved, 'Happy, merry, bastard Christmas. - that cracked me up, it was so Doyle. You always get their voices just right.

Thank you again.

[solosundance]

Aw, thank you snaily ♥

[cloudless_9193]

It's beautiful! Doyle flying and Bodie, the Voice, grounding him. So much said without saying anything. :-)

[solosundance]

Thank you - I like the idea of Bodie as the Voice :)