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marginalia) wrote2004-03-22 11:52 am
marginalia) wrote2004-03-22 11:52 am
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drabble: clouded. sir ian/dominic
[clouded] - sir ian/dominic
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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.
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.