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eatenbyweasels.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 25th, 2004 11:19 pm)100 words, Ethan/Andrew. Sad.
Looking On
Sirens stir the sick-scent quiet of the dingy flat. Jeer and wheelspin on the street below.
“Another riot? Can we watch?”
“ Thought it was me who enjoyed chaos.” Ethan rummages for 50p for the gas. Even the touch of the blankets hurts Andrew, now. Andrew bites back the pain of comfort from newly unseen arms.
“Not much to see, tonight,” lies Ethan. Lightest touch of lips on parched remnants of blond. Breath struggles; death will take Andrew from him before dawn. No! not just yet! Ethan rages at gods long-abandoned. The night - this night - is ours!
Looking On
Sirens stir the sick-scent quiet of the dingy flat. Jeer and wheelspin on the street below.
“Another riot? Can we watch?”
“ Thought it was me who enjoyed chaos.” Ethan rummages for 50p for the gas. Even the touch of the blankets hurts Andrew, now. Andrew bites back the pain of comfort from newly unseen arms.
“Not much to see, tonight,” lies Ethan. Lightest touch of lips on parched remnants of blond. Breath struggles; death will take Andrew from him before dawn. No! not just yet! Ethan rages at gods long-abandoned. The night - this night - is ours!
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