Drabble #98

Harking back to an earlier era but still relevent today me thinks...They said he fought bravely. He died a hero’s death.A nice letter from his CO stated that he was ‘well respected and thought of’ by the whole unit.A credit to his country.An inspiration.They would all miss him.But to his mother none of this mattered.They weren’t talking about the child she knew.The little boy with skinned knees and biscuit crumbs around his mouth.proudly presenting her with a homemade Mother’s Day card.The little boy with hot, sweet breath who whispered ‘I love you Mummy’ each night as she tucked him into his bed.

Proof if ever it was needed...

...of where I get my love of the moribund from.I happened to mention to my mother a few months back that I had been writing some drabbles.It obviously fired her imagination (plus I think the challenge of 100 words appealed to her) as she proudly announced the other day that she had written one. Except that she *insists* on calling it a 'dribble'!Dutifully she typed it up for me and then sent it to me snail-mail - despite me having set her up a hotmail account and them having Outlook on their PC. Oh well... 'powoli, powoli' as my Polish tutor used to say...Anyhow...I now present the evidence...The boy awoke, he looked around the cave with unseeing eyes. The dog had died in the night, finally overcome by fatigue and relentless cold.The boy nuzzled his face into the matted fur and wept. ‘Its over then'. He said.He dragged his grotesque body to the entrance of the cave, his twisted fingers feeling the cold stone. Unbearable pain gripped his deformed body. The sea was closer now, he could feel the icy spray. Onwards he crawled, oblivious to the cold. For one miraculous moment he saw an intense light beckoning him onwards. ‘Its finally over.’ He said.p.s. Of course there is a post from me to come regarding the outbreak of war but more of that later...

Yay! Back in the land of the living...

...or at least the land of those who can eat soup and keep it down! Back at work today, can anybody say 'frustrating'? Our phones, e-mail and net browsers went down and the network was wobbly to say the least. I warned against voiceover IP when it was installed but did anyone listen to me? Noooooooooo and now they are reaping the benefits of their foolishness.Anyway...here to post a little drabble I did for Po's challenge but I stuck it in a reply comment in her lj before she explained that she was going to keep them all secret until after the closing date so I guess I might just have to do another one for her. :)Not quite sure where this one came from. It sails a bit close to, and may even cross the line of what is generally considered 'good taste' - even more so because its major pragtagonist is motivated purely by altristic reasons.Oh well...you read and decide...Disclaimed as ever.No reflection *what-so-ever* on the person whose name I have 'borrowed'.Silence.That’s all there ever was between them.Silence.Even when he kissed his lover’s lips no sound came.Never once did he cry out as they made love.No sounds of ecstasy or pleasure as he penetrated his beautiful body.As he wrapped his arms around him, held him close.As he pulled the covers up, protecting him from the cold.When the dawn came, Lee reluctantly rose, dressed.It wouldn’t do for him to be half naked when his bosses arrived.He sighed wistfully.It would be a real pity when they put this one in the ground.

Just in case anyone was wondering...

...and I've just had a rather unpleasant run-in with someone on e-bay over it. I'm housebound atm with this flu bug that seems to be sweeping the country and in particular my office. Over the last six weeks or so I have had various members of my team off with it and now it has struck me. I'm doing ok but have zero energy (which I was trying to explain to someone who is threatening to give me neg feedback, how I can barely walk to the bathroom much less the post office to buy stamps etc and post off a cheque, although my plea for compassion seems to have fallen on deaf ears. Ever get the feeling that some ppl take e-bay just a *little* too seriously. Its not as if I don't intend to pay or anything.grrrr)So anyway if I currently owe anyone e-mails/story parts etc and you don't here from me for a few days DON'T start getting snotty on me. Its not that I don't want to reply, its just that I only have small windows of energy and am struggling to put coherent thoughts together. So PLEASE don't start hassling me for fic updates. The synapses just won't obey...I'm not after sympathy, its only the flu, albeit a particulrly nasty version, just a little bit of patience here folks...luna xx

I've been 'Joss'd' again... :)

...For those of you not familiar with the term it comes from the Buffy Board and basically it refers to a situation that someone writes in a fanfic and then a season or so later it actually appears in an episode.I’ve had it happen to me a couple of times whilst writing SG and related fanfic and just recently its happened again. Once as recently as Saturday!Exhibit AWhen discussing his ‘affair’ with Britney, Fred Durst commented on how she likes dirty talk.'What’s Going On’Words.’ Fred confessed, sitting back and stretching his legs out.‘Words?’ Darren repeated, ‘as in…’‘Yeah, dirty talk.’ …’Have you ever had a lover who you were fucking and didn’t say anything…’… ‘…and haven’t you ever wanted them to hear them describe what they were doing, how it felt while they were fucking you?’Exhibit BBrian Molko on Re:CoveredHost: I hear you’ve even caught a few of our shows’Brian: ‘Yeah I’ve just had cable put in.’‘Twelve Days’He really must look into getting cable installed, at least then he could subscribe to some decent porn channels...*buffs her nails triumphantly*Damn I’m good sometimes!!!*runs off smirking*

Just realised...

...why Dan's earring(s) disappeared...cos I go through the same pain myself...simple truth...earrings and cans don't mix!there you are my theory for the night *g*

Oi you, stop channelling my Muses...

*glares at Ellie*re: 'Eight Miles High - The epilogue'I read it, and I liked it, and now I think (*evil grin*) that you should write The Diva and The Bassist throwing a strop, or something upon discovering their SOs in bed together the next day. (*pokes you whilst giggling*) G'on, y'know ya wanna!!!okay, okay here 'tis... *gets the little sucker out of head from where its been gestating and gesticulating all evening*Disclaimed as always. Don't know/own etc. etc. Please see user profile for main disclaimer.‘Well well well, lookey what we have here.’ Darren’s voice dripped sarcasm like the condensation off of a bathroom wall. ‘You boys wouldn’t happen to be hungry now would you?’‘Huh?’ Daniel and Ben turned round from where they were half buried in the fridge of Daniel and Darren’s suite.Daniel was clad in nothing but a bedsheet wrapped clumsily around his lower half whilst Ben had managed to fare a little better and was wearing a pair of red silk boxers.Lee recognised them immediately. They were Ben’s ‘lucky’ red boxers. As in the pair he always wore when he thought he was going to get lucky that night which had obviously been his intention the night previous except that Lee had decided that a strung out, giggle fit prone boyfriend was not to his liking. Daniel on the other hand it appeared had not had any such qualms. Not if the fingernail marks down his back were any indicator anyway. And knowing Ben as he did, they were.‘So have you left any food for me?’ Darren demanded, hands squarely affixed to his hips where they seemed to have barely moved from in the last twelve hours. Amused Daniel wondered whether they had ever left or whether he had slept with them like that.‘Sure – plenty.’ Daniel said drawing back and falling from his crouching position, his modesty pooling around his ankles.Instinctively Ben went to redress the balance, earning him a reproachful glare from his lover.Darren peered in, moved a few bottles of still water to one side, drew back, fixed Daniel with yet another ‘teacher stare’ ‘Where are the strawberries?’‘What strawberries would they be Doze?’ Daniel enquired innocently.‘The ones we brought the other day for you know…’Daniel smirked. ‘No, which ones?’‘My you know…’ he dropped his voice. ‘My fetish strawberries. The ones I use to…’Ben burst out laughing. ‘Your FETISH strawberries?’‘Hey I don’t know what you’re laughing about Mr ‘lets cram the fridge of every room we stay in with ice cubes.’ Lee interjected.Now it was Daniel’s turn to laugh.‘The point being.’ Darren said testily. ‘Is that they have somehow miraculously disappeared.’‘Oh those strawberries.’ Daniel said with a wave of his hand.’ We ate them.’‘You ATE…you ate the fetish strawberries? You have got to be joking. You know that any strawberries we have are never for eating. Not under any circumstances.’‘But we were feeling a bit peckish.’ Daniel replied.Darren sighed. And processed the two pieces of information to come out of this little exchange.His creative, flamboyant mind was pissed that he had now been deprived of one of the most enjoyable activities he and Dan could indulge in.Likewise his rational mind argued that of course Daniel needed to eat and it was unfair of him to deprive a man of one of the most basic of human necessities however much it impinged on his own personal fun.Whilst the left and right side of Darren’s brain wrangled on with this train of philosophical thought his mouth went into gear independently. ‘That’s it. I am not letting you come anywhere near me for at least the next week.’ Darren said with what Daniel thought he purported to be a threat.‘Whatever.’ Daniel said, having successfully located half a tub of chocolate ice-cream and trying to wrack his brain to remember where the spoons lived.‘Oh sod you then.’ Darren gave up and made to leave.Lee deigned to give Ben a swift whup upside the head as a parting gift before he followed Darren out.‘Now what?’ Ben asked, eschewing the notion of a spoon completely and just diving into the ice-cream with his fingers.Daniel hauled himself to his feet, not caring as the bedsheet deserted him completely.Rummaging around in his travel bag he came up with a pair of rolled up socks.Ben frowned. What on earth was Dan up to now?He frown soon turned to a very wide grin indeed as Daniel fished around in the bundle and produced a little bag of the kind usually used to store sandwiches except that this one was folded over and over to keep safe the fragrant green buds that represented the ‘emergency’ stash he kept. Just in case by any remote, and as of yet unrealised, chance none of the roadies at each venue they visited could score the guys any.Ben shrugged, Really when you thought about it, when Darren was in full Diva mode and Lee was in whatever the Bassist-ese for such behaviour was, there wasn’t anything else you could do EXCEPT get stoned.As the door shut behind their children Darren cocked his head and looked at Lee ‘Wanna fuck?’Lee glanced back at the door, knowing that if nothing else Ben was at least relatively safe for the next few hours. ‘Might as well.’(*pokes you*) The morning after... g'on!!!Happy now?