Drabble: Stormy - Liam/Pryce-ish...
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lonelybrit*sulks* See, I had lovely plans to do a nice angsty Angel/Vamp!Wes drabble for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble's prompt: Stormy. But oh no. I wound up chatting with dear ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eloise_bright and all the angsty bunnies wound up sitting on her side of the fence. Instead I was left with the increasingly common fluff. *sigh*
Stormy
In true apocalyptic style, it came on a dark stormy night. The wind lashed the trees, iced needles of rain slivered into the skin. A typical ‘Spring shower’, apparently.
“I hate this country,” I gritted out, doggedly continuing towards the glowing windows that marked home.
“Oh will you stop flouncing.”
I shot Will a poisoned look. “I. Don’t. Flounce.”
A ball of lightening illuminated Will’s total lack of caring. The following thunder made the bones rattle.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I continued bitterly. “I was quite happy, just me and a bundle of free time-” I broke off to curse to Hades the puddle that had contrived to move unseen into my path.
“Yeah, poor you,” Will muttered soggily, “waited on hand and foot by a pretty blue-eyed valet who everyone but you can see is utterly devoted.”
“He has me worrying about what hat to wear when going to the post office. I caught myself considering a brown tweed the other day just because he suggested it wouldn’t look bad. Tweed!”
Will snorted and another roll of thunder half-hid something that sounded like ‘whipped’.
As my left foot found another craftily flooded pothole, the penny finally dropped.
It would be nice to say that the profound realisation lessened the pain of jarring my ankle, that it warmed away the chill of being soaked to the skin.
But it didn’t. It just left me sore, cold, damp, and miserable.
“Oh hell, Will, I think I’m falling in love with him.”
“Oh Christ, I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you.”
He patted me with a wet pat, and we proceeded on our way.
“Do you want me to come in with you, moral support and all that.”
I watched the light of the cottage drip into view.
“No. I think I’ll manage.”
slashthedrabble's prompt: Stormy. But oh no. I wound up chatting with dear eloise_bright and all the angsty bunnies wound up sitting on her side of the fence. Instead I was left with the increasingly common fluff. *sigh*Stormy
In true apocalyptic style, it came on a dark stormy night. The wind lashed the trees, iced needles of rain slivered into the skin. A typical ‘Spring shower’, apparently.
“I hate this country,” I gritted out, doggedly continuing towards the glowing windows that marked home.
“Oh will you stop flouncing.”
I shot Will a poisoned look. “I. Don’t. Flounce.”
A ball of lightening illuminated Will’s total lack of caring. The following thunder made the bones rattle.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I continued bitterly. “I was quite happy, just me and a bundle of free time-” I broke off to curse to Hades the puddle that had contrived to move unseen into my path.
“Yeah, poor you,” Will muttered soggily, “waited on hand and foot by a pretty blue-eyed valet who everyone but you can see is utterly devoted.”
“He has me worrying about what hat to wear when going to the post office. I caught myself considering a brown tweed the other day just because he suggested it wouldn’t look bad. Tweed!”
Will snorted and another roll of thunder half-hid something that sounded like ‘whipped’.
As my left foot found another craftily flooded pothole, the penny finally dropped.
It would be nice to say that the profound realisation lessened the pain of jarring my ankle, that it warmed away the chill of being soaked to the skin.
But it didn’t. It just left me sore, cold, damp, and miserable.
“Oh hell, Will, I think I’m falling in love with him.”
“Oh Christ, I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you.”
He patted me with a wet pat, and we proceeded on our way.
“Do you want me to come in with you, moral support and all that.”
I watched the light of the cottage drip into view.
“No. I think I’ll manage.”
