drabble: clouded. sir ian/dominic

[marginalia]

[clouded] - sir ian/dominic
finished too late for lotrips100.

Sometimes Ian's eyes cloud over, like those of the woman who lived down the street from Dominic when he was small, the woman who had the Gift. Dominic had thought her old then, the way you think everyone is old when you are young. Now he's not so sure.

Ian's sheltered by mist and dreaming, and Dominic wants to ask him what he sees. He had never asked her, but that was long ago. Now Ian blinks the fog from his eyes and smiles a yes. When they touch it crinkles soft like paper, and Ian's mouth tastes of woodsmoke.

Comments

[strawberryelfsp.livejournal.com]

That's beautiful. You are so damn good at this, girl.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

thank you, dear :)

now i just need to be good at the writing i'm supposed to be doing. oops :)

[offscreen.livejournal.com]

You *rule*.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

w00t! thank you :D