| Challenge #56 - Friends |
[Mar. 18th, 2008|12:09 am] |
Title: Torn
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Future
A/N: Death References
Condom: Emmett
Michael was grateful his friends were here but he was torn between wanting them to go so he could be alone, and of being scared to be alone.
The icy cold that had pervaded his bones still lingered, he couldn’t shake it.
Their voices came to him in hushed whispers, as if they were afraid to disturb him.
He wanted to talk about Ben, but they seemed to be afraid to mention his name.
He slipped out the room unnoticed, heading to their room.
His room now.
Emmett found him there an hour later; wrapped in Ben’s robe, sound asleep. |
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| challenge #56: Friends |
[Mar. 18th, 2008|01:13 am] |
Title: You've Got a Good Friend
Author: exmptfromsanity
Timeline: 14 years before season one
condoms: 2 to Michael, 2 to Brian
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| Just a drabble |
[Mar. 18th, 2008|11:08 am] |
Title: Final Thoughts
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Future
A/N: For some reason this weeks prompt has sent me into a death reference set of drabbles and I have one more. I will now slink away until new challenge issued.
Written from Ben's POV. Death Warning
Condom: None, does not meet the criteria
I knew Michael was there.
I couldn’t see him or hear him but I could sense him.
He was part of me; the best part.
The part that gave me strength; that part I never, not even for a moment wanted to let go of, because without him I knew I would be lost.
And now that moment was here.
I wished I could tell him once more how much I loved him; how every moment spent with him had brought me unimaginable happiness.
I didn’t want to leave him.
Death didn’t scare me; not holding Michael ever again did. |
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| Brian/Justin Drabble |
[Mar. 18th, 2008|04:45 pm] |
Title: Long Ago Memories
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Future
A/N: This is a death drabble.
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kata_ny should probably not read.
xie_xie_xie will I hope forgive me.
Everyone else please do not hate me too much.
It just came to me and as always I need to write.
Condom: none, does not meet the criteria
Brian walked slowly across the manicured lawn, the eerie silence not off putting in any way; more of a relief than anything.
He didn’t want to see anyone; for them to see him.
He looked at the red roses in his arms, a memory from long ago, of another bouquet he had almost bought, filling his mind.
He reached his destination and squatted down, placing the roses on the ground, brushing away some scraps of paper which had blown onto the grey marble.
The name in front of him may say Justin, but to him, he would always be Sunshine. |
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