I was on my way to do work when...
Jul. 14th, 2003 03:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernowOk, I'm trying to feed the bunnies in drabble size increments so they'll leave me alone. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kernezelda, this is all your fault. Thank god it's really short.
He doesn’t always dream of death and destruction and soft, innocent skin melting away in a bomb blast amidst a field of flowers. Peach fuzz cheeks turning into bare skulls, dark hair aflame and not even a spare moment to scream for mercy. He never dissolves, is simply left alone, standing in the ashes, his hands clasped around the chalk white joints of tiny finger bones.
No, sometimes he dreams of a stair step family, three heads of glossy black hair and mischievous eyes pulling him along, teasing him with their white teeth and force of will. He’d like to be the indulgent father, the adored papa unable to refuse his girls anything. He’d really like to sit, white haired and southern unintelligble, at a big table across from his beautiful wife surrounded by the lovely women who grew up from being daddy’s girls, who tease and fight and feed their babies while he presides over this madness like a king.
In the light, in the sea grey reality of his lover’s gaze, he hopes to find something in the middle. Something that means a healthy baby and a safe place to raise her and the semblance of family culled together from this imperfect union.
kernezelda, this is all your fault. Thank god it's really short.He doesn’t always dream of death and destruction and soft, innocent skin melting away in a bomb blast amidst a field of flowers. Peach fuzz cheeks turning into bare skulls, dark hair aflame and not even a spare moment to scream for mercy. He never dissolves, is simply left alone, standing in the ashes, his hands clasped around the chalk white joints of tiny finger bones.
No, sometimes he dreams of a stair step family, three heads of glossy black hair and mischievous eyes pulling him along, teasing him with their white teeth and force of will. He’d like to be the indulgent father, the adored papa unable to refuse his girls anything. He’d really like to sit, white haired and southern unintelligble, at a big table across from his beautiful wife surrounded by the lovely women who grew up from being daddy’s girls, who tease and fight and feed their babies while he presides over this madness like a king.
In the light, in the sea grey reality of his lover’s gaze, he hopes to find something in the middle. Something that means a healthy baby and a safe place to raise her and the semblance of family culled together from this imperfect union.
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Date: 2003-07-15 10:42 am (UTC)Three chapters at once - looking forward to it.
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Date: 2003-07-15 01:19 pm (UTC)In a spare moment, more fluffy Daddy!John?
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Date: 2003-07-15 02:48 pm (UTC)Palm strike - that what it is! Thanks.
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Date: 2003-07-14 05:03 pm (UTC)No names needed, just colors.
Wonderfully peaceful.
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Date: 2003-07-14 07:54 pm (UTC)That I'd love to see....
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