ficbit: tired (mcr, frank/gerard)
Jul. 1st, 2007 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I did one of those ficbit memes where you cmment for a prompt and write a bit. Mine was
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The curtain to Gerard’s bunk is just that tiny bit open, the dim light from the front lounge illuminating a strip of ghostly pale skin. Frank shuffles closer and peers in the gap.
Gerard is sprawled (as much as he can) in his bunk. His pajamas appear to be twisted around one foot, and he is tangled in the blankets, limbs seemingly unconnected, his skin warm and slightly flushed. Frank watches his chest rise and fall for a minute, unconsciously syncing his breathing with Gerard’s slow inhalations.
Frank blinks, feeling the dry tiredness in his eyes. He kicks off his shoes, and halfheartedly kicks them to the side of the aisle. His pants follow. He nudges at Gerard carefully, until Gerard turns in his sleep.
Frank briefly admires the new bit of illuminated skin, pressing his lips to it in a silent benediction, then hoisting himself up into the bunk next to Gerard. A twitch of the curtain leaves them in total darkness. Frank is surrounded by the sound of Gerard’s slow breath, that deep almost-snore of someone deep in sleep, and his scent. Frank lays his head on the pillow next to Gerard and closes his eyes. He is tired.
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*frownyface* Mostly, I like it. I just feel like it's terribly uneven, somehow.
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The curtain to Gerard’s bunk is just that tiny bit open, the dim light from the front lounge illuminating a strip of ghostly pale skin. Frank shuffles closer and peers in the gap.
Gerard is sprawled (as much as he can) in his bunk. His pajamas appear to be twisted around one foot, and he is tangled in the blankets, limbs seemingly unconnected, his skin warm and slightly flushed. Frank watches his chest rise and fall for a minute, unconsciously syncing his breathing with Gerard’s slow inhalations.
Frank blinks, feeling the dry tiredness in his eyes. He kicks off his shoes, and halfheartedly kicks them to the side of the aisle. His pants follow. He nudges at Gerard carefully, until Gerard turns in his sleep.
Frank briefly admires the new bit of illuminated skin, pressing his lips to it in a silent benediction, then hoisting himself up into the bunk next to Gerard. A twitch of the curtain leaves them in total darkness. Frank is surrounded by the sound of Gerard’s slow breath, that deep almost-snore of someone deep in sleep, and his scent. Frank lays his head on the pillow next to Gerard and closes his eyes. He is tired.
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*frownyface* Mostly, I like it. I just feel like it's terribly uneven, somehow.