H50 drabble

Drabble following on from Missing in action.

Closure

"It's time to go, Danny," Chin says. Danny pauses at the hallway mirror to straighten his tie. He hardly recognizes the grim reaper looking back at him from the glass, dark suit and black tie accentuating stubble-rough cheeks and pallid skin that hasn't seen the sun in too long. He looks like a man with nothing left to lose, and that's almost true.

"I'm ready," he says, heading for the door. The law won't let him exact personal retribution on the lowlives who butchered Steve, but he's going to make damn sure that the judge delivers the next best thing.

H50 drabble

Drabble following on from Closure. Kudos to anyone who can complete the title quote without Googling it...

Such stuff as dreams are made on

In his dreams, Steve is still vivid, still a very vital presence, warm and solid and here. Danny dreams about how they fucked, of Steve's hands and mouth on his skin, of hard muscle under his fingers and Steve's voice, cracked with want, urging him to go faster, harder, deeper, give him more…

But awake he's starting to lose Steve, to forget how he sounded and how he moved. Even the shirt and cargoes pulled from the laundry basket no longer smell right.

When he wakes he tries in vain to hold on to the fleeting memory of Steve's smile.

Oh Max...

A cat with very cold paws has just jumped onto my lap seeking scritches and food...