Two DiR drabbles
Oct. 26th, 2004 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperBlackout
The blackout wasn't that unexpected, really. Lightning has a habit of temporarily shorting out systems. They'd already turned off the tv, and the radio in preparation.
Bran fumbles in the draw for the candles, groping through the odds and ends. His hand closes on the box that rattles properly, and he pulls it out, pulling one candle out of that.
Will hands him the matches. "You don't have to grumble so much."
"I was watching that Swansea game." Bran says, striking a match.
"Only to yell abuse."
"I was still watching it. And had a bet on with Rhys that they'd lose." He grins. "Could be worse, could've been Cardiff."
Will rolls his eyes. "Spare me."
Comfort
Hawkin stretches, revelling in the feel of the soft mattress beneath him. Never even dreamed of such luxury.
"Not even the cat manages an expression that satisfied." A voice says from by the door. Hawkin turns in its direction to see his master holding a candle, throwing up deep shadows on his face.
Hawkin grins, a little impishly. "Never had a mattress this comfy, master."
Merriman crosses the room, setting the candle down on the table next to the bed, and reaches a hand down to caress Hawkin's face. "Perhaps we should enable you to test it further, hmm?" Hawkin's grin broadens.
Still can't bloody believe John Peel's dead. Our radio tends to be on radio 4 when you turn it on, and they were on the 5pm news, doing tributes to John Peel. I think the best was a quote that said 'For all intents and purposes, he was running his own pirate radio station from within the BBC.' The programming on Radio 1 is all tribute stuff - from the Sex Pistols and the Kinks to Underworld.
The blackout wasn't that unexpected, really. Lightning has a habit of temporarily shorting out systems. They'd already turned off the tv, and the radio in preparation.
Bran fumbles in the draw for the candles, groping through the odds and ends. His hand closes on the box that rattles properly, and he pulls it out, pulling one candle out of that.
Will hands him the matches. "You don't have to grumble so much."
"I was watching that Swansea game." Bran says, striking a match.
"Only to yell abuse."
"I was still watching it. And had a bet on with Rhys that they'd lose." He grins. "Could be worse, could've been Cardiff."
Will rolls his eyes. "Spare me."
Comfort
Hawkin stretches, revelling in the feel of the soft mattress beneath him. Never even dreamed of such luxury.
"Not even the cat manages an expression that satisfied." A voice says from by the door. Hawkin turns in its direction to see his master holding a candle, throwing up deep shadows on his face.
Hawkin grins, a little impishly. "Never had a mattress this comfy, master."
Merriman crosses the room, setting the candle down on the table next to the bed, and reaches a hand down to caress Hawkin's face. "Perhaps we should enable you to test it further, hmm?" Hawkin's grin broadens.
Still can't bloody believe John Peel's dead. Our radio tends to be on radio 4 when you turn it on, and they were on the 5pm news, doing tributes to John Peel. I think the best was a quote that said 'For all intents and purposes, he was running his own pirate radio station from within the BBC.' The programming on Radio 1 is all tribute stuff - from the Sex Pistols and the Kinks to Underworld.
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