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spongetastic) wrote2011-06-23 11:46 am
spongetastic) wrote2011-06-23 11:46 am
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Drabble of Summer #34: War
Tonight they were taking refuge in an abandoned apartment. Everything inside was dusty but usable. When they first went inside they found the door hanging by its hinges and all the furniture turned over. The butchers had already been here.
“Sit,” Desmond insisted, pushing Peter into the love-seat. Every time they stopped Des insisted on checking his lover for injuries.
“Desmond, I’m fine,” Peter told him impatiently.
“You always rush into danger,” Des reminded his lover. His lips pulled into a worried frown. “You already have one scar. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I have to fight,” Peter said. “You know that.”
“I do.” Des sighed, leaning in so their foreheads touched. “I just wish this would end.” Peter didn’t say anything. He wrapped his arms around the other and pulled Des onto his lap, kissing his worries away.
“Sit,” Desmond insisted, pushing Peter into the love-seat. Every time they stopped Des insisted on checking his lover for injuries.
“Desmond, I’m fine,” Peter told him impatiently.
“You always rush into danger,” Des reminded his lover. His lips pulled into a worried frown. “You already have one scar. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I have to fight,” Peter said. “You know that.”
“I do.” Des sighed, leaning in so their foreheads touched. “I just wish this would end.” Peter didn’t say anything. He wrapped his arms around the other and pulled Des onto his lap, kissing his worries away.