Drabble: Black (Justin/Terry)
Dec. 25th, 2004 08:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slumberTitle: Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Terry/Justin
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Terry waits.
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eljuno, who prompted me with "nighttime". Inspired also by siobhanohare's Terry/Justin fic, which I am too lazy to link to, unfortunately. Sad day. Happy Christmas to the one other person in the world who RPs Terry and ships him with Justin! ;)
Edit: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100, for the prompt Black, clearly. :|
The light by your bed burns brightly, and in the silence of the room you flip the page of a book, but the black ink bleeds into the paper and the lines blur into meaningless jumble.
You stop to rub your temples and you fetch another cup of tea.
You sip, and the aroma nudges your senses awake, so you resume waiting for him to come home, with alcohol in his breath and the marks of other men on his skin. You open the book.
Nothing still makes sense.
It is late, and you are as blind as the night.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Terry/Justin
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Terry waits.
Additional Notes: For
eljuno, who prompted me with "nighttime". Inspired also by siobhanohare's Terry/Justin fic, which I am too lazy to link to, unfortunately. Sad day. Happy Christmas to the one other person in the world who RPs Terry and ships him with Justin! ;)Edit: For
fanfic100, for the prompt Black, clearly. :|The light by your bed burns brightly, and in the silence of the room you flip the page of a book, but the black ink bleeds into the paper and the lines blur into meaningless jumble.
You stop to rub your temples and you fetch another cup of tea.
You sip, and the aroma nudges your senses awake, so you resume waiting for him to come home, with alcohol in his breath and the marks of other men on his skin. You open the book.
Nothing still makes sense.
It is late, and you are as blind as the night.
