Slash the Drabble

It's a sad little ficlet - till the last line.

Yes, the last line turns it into horror. At least for me *shudders*

In my other fic, Travers is caught in a rather compromising position in a D/s club in London - so I simply enlarged on a theme here.

Wow. Note to self: root through Eloise's Memories.

Thank you for the rec. I'm rather ashamed of this horrid little ficlet.

You shouldn't be. It's really, really good. I've pimped it in my journal and I don't just go around pimping any-old-thing.

The squick factor for this is so high, yet subtle. I mean - gah! And guh!

Please don't be ashamed, this was truly dark and awesome. Perfect.

Diggin' your icon, too.