600seconds - No Rest for the Wicked - PSoH
Ah, man! My alarm is set to go off in 4 1/2 hours. Why the hell am I up and writing this late when I KNOW I have to go to work tomorrow?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Petshop of Horrors and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairing: None
Category: General
Rating: R
Warning: Language
Title: No Rest for the Wicked
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, 600seconds. Challenge - ‘Burning the candle at both ends’
D glanced at Leon over the rim of his tea cup, his strange, mismatched eyes dark with worry. The more or less companionable silence that often stretched out between them as they sipped their afternoon tea seemed somehow heavy today. Leon’s eyes, usually so blue, so alert, were clouded with fatigue as he stared mutely into the depths of his cup.
“Detective,” D ventured quietly, setting his cup down on the table, “Are you alright?”
Leon shook his head as if to clear his mind and raised his bleary eyes toward him. His expression indicated mild puzzlement. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” He mumbled. “Why?
“You seem tired, that’s all.”
A wan smile twisted Leon’s lips. “Work has been hell lately… or at least a lot more hellish than normal.” He amended wryly. “Some fucking pervert is out there chopping up women for shits and giggles. It’s my case, you know, my responsibility. So I’ve been burning the candle on both ends for the last two weeks.”
“I see,” D murmured sympathetically
“But we’re going to catch this son of a bitch.” Leon declared with a tired air of confidence. “After all, there’s no rest for the wicked.”
“So it would seem.”
THE END
Disclaimer: I don’t own Petshop of Horrors and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairing: None
Category: General
Rating: R
Warning: Language
Title: No Rest for the Wicked
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, 600seconds. Challenge - ‘Burning the candle at both ends’
D glanced at Leon over the rim of his tea cup, his strange, mismatched eyes dark with worry. The more or less companionable silence that often stretched out between them as they sipped their afternoon tea seemed somehow heavy today. Leon’s eyes, usually so blue, so alert, were clouded with fatigue as he stared mutely into the depths of his cup.
“Detective,” D ventured quietly, setting his cup down on the table, “Are you alright?”
Leon shook his head as if to clear his mind and raised his bleary eyes toward him. His expression indicated mild puzzlement. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” He mumbled. “Why?
“You seem tired, that’s all.”
A wan smile twisted Leon’s lips. “Work has been hell lately… or at least a lot more hellish than normal.” He amended wryly. “Some fucking pervert is out there chopping up women for shits and giggles. It’s my case, you know, my responsibility. So I’ve been burning the candle on both ends for the last two weeks.”
“I see,” D murmured sympathetically
“But we’re going to catch this son of a bitch.” Leon declared with a tired air of confidence. “After all, there’s no rest for the wicked.”
“So it would seem.”
THE END