Drabble Request ~ Booth

[sweptawaybayou]

Craving for Salt

for tabaqui
Seeley Booth and a Latino-heavy neighborhood *because the boys are so, so pretty* and a wall with a virgin Mary painted on it and maybe flowers or offerings left underneath...
400 words
Not Mine
R

Lust is the craving for salt of a person who is dying of thirst ~ Frederick Buechner, Wishful Thinking, 1973

Comments

[tabaqui]

*shivers all over*
Oh, bay-bee...

Sunglasses shaded his eyes, summer heat licked at the exposed skin. He walked down the clean alley between the asylum of the sacred and gifts left for the dead.

Jayzus, that's gorgeous. Creepy and perfect. And then, prayers for the dead and offerings and then...the other alley and...

Ooh, man.

Dark skin under white tanks and silver necklaces of saints. Seeley walked through them until he found the one who didn't look away.

Yisssssss. Man. I *love it*.

[sweptawaybayou]

Yayayayayay!!!

Thank you, Tabaqui. If I can only give back a little of what you have given me ... in friendship, in kindness, in support and in trust, then I am happy.

I'm so very happy that you liked this.

:)

**luffs you**

[a2zmom]

as always you paint a lush, full picture in so few words.

[sweptawaybayou]

Thank you, Robin!

I'm so pleased that you enjoyed reading this.

*smoooooooches*

Guh.

[azryal]

El corazón está repleto del amor para usted.

I didn't get to request a drabble.

Would you like one, instead?

M

Re: Guh.

[sweptawaybayou]

Hee!!!

Thank you!

and yes! please! I would love one of your drabbles.

Angel/Spike?

*twirls you*

**smooches**

[spankspike]

I swear I could actually taste those words on my tongue as I read them. Then I could see the shift of the Seeley who's ready for duty into the Seely who has needs that he probably wishes he didn't, but deals with just like he deals with everything else in his life.

Brilliant work.

[sweptawaybayou]

Thank you so much!

**hugshugshugs**

:D

[hurry_sundown]

*breathes out* I had to go back and look at the word count again, 'cause Damn, there's no way she did all that in 400 words.

This is the detail that crawled under my skin: Booth leaned in. Something he did ten times a day, taking away another's personal space. It doesn't say much, and at the same time it says a hell of a lot.

[grimma]

Ha!!! Here you are :p

[hurry_sundown]

Were you looking for me? I can frequently be found here, or over at tesla321's place.

[grimma]

I wasn't looking for you :D You just happened to be there, commenting on a Bones "homoerotic" fic :p