Drabble Collection
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aprilvolitionFandoms: The first is a creation of my own, obviously, disturbed mind. After that, Pretender (Jarod/Miss Parker), Harry Potter (Harry/Hermione), and Pretender (Jarod/Miss Parker).
Rating/Warnings: Do drabbles warrant a rating? FRT, I guess, since a couple hint at grownup things.
Author's Note:lady_of_scarlet is awesome for looking these over. Any mistakes left are mine.
Home
Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham. It's their favorite. The words flow from him, as they have so many times before. He sits propped against the head-board, nestled between them, their little bodies still. He turns the last page, but never reads the last words. The book makes a soft sound as it closes, and he lays it on the bed as he leaves, pausing for one last glance before a gloved hand flips the light switch.
He wanders through the darkened hall, until he comes upon the last door. Walking through, he slips off his shoes, but never his socks. He sees her waiting for him just as he left her. He lays atop the covers, his head landing on the pillow inches from her face. He pushes a stray lock of dark brown hair from her forehead, and tucks it behind her ear. This is home, he thinks, but the feeling never lasts.
Lifeless eyes stare at him, the emptiness crawls back in, and he remembers he's alone.
Just Tonight
Jarod's fingertips trace over her shoulder blades, then lightly skim down her spine.
The yellowed light of streetlamps filter through cracks in the motel room blinds, casting shadows on the landscape of her body.
"You going to stare at me all night?" Parker asks in a voice heavy with sleep.
"I might." He smiles.
She slowly props herself up on her forearms, the white sheet falling further down her body as she moves. His hand comes to rest on her lower back, as though it's a conduit. Her heat penetrates his skin, and rapidly spreads through his veins.
"I can think of better things for you to do " she whispers, breath tickling his mouth as she leans forward. The light catches her eyes, and the look in them is incendiary.
His lips crash onto hers, and he's consumed by the fire.
Set Down Your Glass
In the dead of winter, the sunrise is heralded by silence. Its golden rays peaking over the horizon, slowly unveiling a world blanketed in white. Her breath comes out in thick puffs, as cold, fresh air fills her lungs. Hermione's mind, for once, is clear, and simply takes in the sight before her.
His presence glides into her awareness as he comes to stand at her side. Out of the corner of her eye she sees light glinting off his glasses, and a cloud of air as he exhales.
The day dawns, bright, and new, when Harry's hand slides into hers.
Blackbird
It's midday, and rays of sunlight stream through the window touching her pale skin as she sits with ankles crossed and hands clasped in her lap. Framed at a distance, she is poised.
Her eyes remain transfixed somewhere beyond the glass, and he often wonders what it is she sees, if anything at all. He takes reluctant steps towards her. Up close, he can't pretend she isn't broken.
Jarod stops a foot from the wooden chair that holds a constant reminder of his failure. He starts to reach out to place a hand on her shoulder. Instead, his fingertips graze her arm as he withdraws. He shoves his hands in denim pockets and takes a step back.
"Good afternoon, Parker " he strangles out, and forces himself to look into her empty gaze. Dull blue eyes are underscored by dark circles, and her skin is stretched too thin. His head lowers, but stops before his focus reaches the floor. The knuckles of her hands are white from being clenched. It's the only sign of life her body gives, but it's only evidence of the tortured soul that resides within.
The one he cannot save.
Rating/Warnings: Do drabbles warrant a rating? FRT, I guess, since a couple hint at grownup things.
Author's Note:
lady_of_scarlet is awesome for looking these over. Any mistakes left are mine. Home
Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham. It's their favorite. The words flow from him, as they have so many times before. He sits propped against the head-board, nestled between them, their little bodies still. He turns the last page, but never reads the last words. The book makes a soft sound as it closes, and he lays it on the bed as he leaves, pausing for one last glance before a gloved hand flips the light switch.
He wanders through the darkened hall, until he comes upon the last door. Walking through, he slips off his shoes, but never his socks. He sees her waiting for him just as he left her. He lays atop the covers, his head landing on the pillow inches from her face. He pushes a stray lock of dark brown hair from her forehead, and tucks it behind her ear. This is home, he thinks, but the feeling never lasts.
Lifeless eyes stare at him, the emptiness crawls back in, and he remembers he's alone.
Just Tonight
Jarod's fingertips trace over her shoulder blades, then lightly skim down her spine.
The yellowed light of streetlamps filter through cracks in the motel room blinds, casting shadows on the landscape of her body.
"You going to stare at me all night?" Parker asks in a voice heavy with sleep.
"I might." He smiles.
She slowly props herself up on her forearms, the white sheet falling further down her body as she moves. His hand comes to rest on her lower back, as though it's a conduit. Her heat penetrates his skin, and rapidly spreads through his veins.
"I can think of better things for you to do " she whispers, breath tickling his mouth as she leans forward. The light catches her eyes, and the look in them is incendiary.
His lips crash onto hers, and he's consumed by the fire.
Set Down Your Glass
In the dead of winter, the sunrise is heralded by silence. Its golden rays peaking over the horizon, slowly unveiling a world blanketed in white. Her breath comes out in thick puffs, as cold, fresh air fills her lungs. Hermione's mind, for once, is clear, and simply takes in the sight before her.
His presence glides into her awareness as he comes to stand at her side. Out of the corner of her eye she sees light glinting off his glasses, and a cloud of air as he exhales.
The day dawns, bright, and new, when Harry's hand slides into hers.
Blackbird
It's midday, and rays of sunlight stream through the window touching her pale skin as she sits with ankles crossed and hands clasped in her lap. Framed at a distance, she is poised.
Her eyes remain transfixed somewhere beyond the glass, and he often wonders what it is she sees, if anything at all. He takes reluctant steps towards her. Up close, he can't pretend she isn't broken.
Jarod stops a foot from the wooden chair that holds a constant reminder of his failure. He starts to reach out to place a hand on her shoulder. Instead, his fingertips graze her arm as he withdraws. He shoves his hands in denim pockets and takes a step back.
"Good afternoon, Parker " he strangles out, and forces himself to look into her empty gaze. Dull blue eyes are underscored by dark circles, and her skin is stretched too thin. His head lowers, but stops before his focus reaches the floor. The knuckles of her hands are white from being clenched. It's the only sign of life her body gives, but it's only evidence of the tortured soul that resides within.
The one he cannot save.
