Fragile as Granite
Title: Fragile as Granite
Author: Susan
Word Count: 183
Rating: G
Characters: Leon, D
Notes: I’m really going to have to clear out under my bed. I keep finding drabbles under it. O.o
D always looked delicate - fragile, maybe - like he’d break if you looked at him wrong. One of those porcelain dolls old ladies like to collect. Beautiful but untouchable. He felt that way too; when Leon grabbed his wrist, it had felt like he could snap it just by squeezing too hard.
It was bullshit.
D was about as fragile as granite. He wouldn’t snap if grabbed him, wouldn’t crumble away if you touched him. Hell, you could put BULLETS in him and he’d walk out just fine.
Nope, definitely not fragile.
At least, not on the outside. On the inside, behind the smoke and mirrors, where the bullets couldn’t hurt and Leon couldn’t (intentionally) reach him, he must have been.
Had to have been.
Leon knew what people looked like when something inside had broken. For ages after his mother died, he’d seen it in the mirror.
He saw it. When D pushed him off the ship, he saw it in D’s eyes and considered - for the first time - that D might have been as fragile as he looked.
Author: Susan
Word Count: 183
Rating: G
Characters: Leon, D
Notes: I’m really going to have to clear out under my bed. I keep finding drabbles under it. O.o
D always looked delicate - fragile, maybe - like he’d break if you looked at him wrong. One of those porcelain dolls old ladies like to collect. Beautiful but untouchable. He felt that way too; when Leon grabbed his wrist, it had felt like he could snap it just by squeezing too hard.
It was bullshit.
D was about as fragile as granite. He wouldn’t snap if grabbed him, wouldn’t crumble away if you touched him. Hell, you could put BULLETS in him and he’d walk out just fine.
Nope, definitely not fragile.
At least, not on the outside. On the inside, behind the smoke and mirrors, where the bullets couldn’t hurt and Leon couldn’t (intentionally) reach him, he must have been.
Had to have been.
Leon knew what people looked like when something inside had broken. For ages after his mother died, he’d seen it in the mirror.
He saw it. When D pushed him off the ship, he saw it in D’s eyes and considered - for the first time - that D might have been as fragile as he looked.