new drabbles
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garnigalI have a couple of new drabbles for the prompt "Cats/Kittens".
The mod lost her cat this weekend and specifically requested lighter drabbles. Naturally, I went emo. Tell me you want something and I become incapable of providing it. *le sigh.*
Anyway, I ended up with two. The first one I'm only posting here, since it's a little tear-your-heart-out depressing. The other is cross-posted to open_on_sunday.
And remember - your comments on my previous post (which drabble to put on a business card) are still needed!
Brave
Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of the past, of the sorrow and grief she was trying to outrun lit up the darkness. His violence, his hate. His love, his confusion.
His pain. Her pain.
Instead, she walked. She walked dark, grimy streets. She walked in deserted buildings, abandoned neighbourhoods.
It was in one of the derelict buildings that she found them. Thin and dirty, the cat stood tall, back arched and hissing at the interloper. The kittens tried to follow their mother’s example.
It was their bravery that did it. Buffy sat on the dirty floor and cried.
Sleep
He watched her sleep.
He’d started off fast, using tongue, lips. She shivered in his arms; once, twice. Moaned. He’d slowed down after that – brought the tenderness he thought she needed, he knew he needed. By the time it was over, they were both purring.
She stretched in her sleep, like a cat.
She watched him sleep.
They were both scared. The next day could bring destruction or victory, but either way it was an unknown. They curled together, finally able to comfort each other. Their soft voices mingled into a gentle purr.
He curled into himself, like a cat.
The mod lost her cat this weekend and specifically requested lighter drabbles. Naturally, I went emo. Tell me you want something and I become incapable of providing it. *le sigh.*
Anyway, I ended up with two. The first one I'm only posting here, since it's a little tear-your-heart-out depressing. The other is cross-posted to open_on_sunday.
And remember - your comments on my previous post (which drabble to put on a business card) are still needed!
Brave
Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of the past, of the sorrow and grief she was trying to outrun lit up the darkness. His violence, his hate. His love, his confusion.
His pain. Her pain.
Instead, she walked. She walked dark, grimy streets. She walked in deserted buildings, abandoned neighbourhoods.
It was in one of the derelict buildings that she found them. Thin and dirty, the cat stood tall, back arched and hissing at the interloper. The kittens tried to follow their mother’s example.
It was their bravery that did it. Buffy sat on the dirty floor and cried.
Sleep
He watched her sleep.
He’d started off fast, using tongue, lips. She shivered in his arms; once, twice. Moaned. He’d slowed down after that – brought the tenderness he thought she needed, he knew he needed. By the time it was over, they were both purring.
She stretched in her sleep, like a cat.
She watched him sleep.
They were both scared. The next day could bring destruction or victory, but either way it was an unknown. They curled together, finally able to comfort each other. Their soft voices mingled into a gentle purr.
He curled into himself, like a cat.
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Date: 2006-07-13 05:56 pm (UTC)