H50 drabble

Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Fugitive.

Broken dreams

Steve wakes with a start, snatching at a fugitive scrap of dream that twists in his grasp and slips away and is gone, leaving him with nothing more than a confused tangle of images and sensations: laughing blue eyes locked teasingly with his, coarse blond body hair rough against his skin, and lean, hard muscle under his hands... It's Danny again, it's always Danny on nights like this, nights when Steve's endured too much, seen too much, is flying high on anger and adrenaline and needs to come down. It's always Danny, and Steve always wakes up too damn soon.

H50 drabble

Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Stagnate.

A friend in need

"You can't sit here and stagnate for 6 weeks, Danny."

Danny looks up at him from the couch, a mournful expression on his face. "I'm not stagnating, Steven, I'm wallowing. Wallowing in my not inconsiderable and entirely legitimate misery."

Steve rolls his eyes, because seriously? "It's not forever, Danny. She's gone to England to spend time with her grandparents and get to know her cousins better, a trip you agreed to because you're a good father who wants what's best for his beloved daughter. Now quit wallowing, get up off your ass and put your boardies on. We're going surfing."