Okay, after two days I realized I can't resist this meme:
Look at my user icons, choose one and write me a drabble about it! Post it in comments or link to it in comments so I can squee over it and love you forever.
As we sat in my living room you looked still at your empty hands. But for me there was no emptiness but warmth, bounty, love. I wished I could read your hands as your eyes. Would they tell me more?
I left the room to get our dinner and heard you digging out some records. Then the music started to play.
You told me you liked the dinner and you liked the wine. Angoves Bear crossing, 2ooo. We laughed about the name and I told you the story of me holding a koala in my arms when I was 15. He had looked at me, and he had felt soft and warm. As you?
I just wanted to pretend that everything is normal, but nothing is. It’s different from all the evenings we spent. Maybe it was the air, maybe the sounds outside signalized an upcoming storm. The energy in the air manifested itself as you looked at me.
We looked at each other for a long time, until I broke away, standing up. I pretended to listen to the music, but I only stared out of the window. Thinking, thinking of what to say. The rain was pounding down, and suddenly I caught your reflection. I couldn’t tell for how long you had stood behind me. When you wrapped your arms around me from behind, I watched our reflections melt together.
Maybe this could be the happy ending Jack wanted. The happy ending I wanted.
But you let go of me. I could hear you moving in the back of the room, sitting down. I took the chair across from you, wondering what had just happened and if I maybe had dreamt it.
I looked at the floor, the table, your shoes but not your face. Only when you spoke I looked up. You had your eyes closed tightly, your hands were closed to fists.
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Re: Waiting for the Downpour
Date: 2004-07-26 04:50 pm (UTC)I left the room to get our dinner and heard you digging out some records. Then the music started to play.
You told me you liked the dinner and you liked the wine. Angoves Bear crossing, 2ooo. We laughed about the name and I told you the story of me holding a koala in my arms when I was 15. He had looked at me, and he had felt soft and warm. As you?
I just wanted to pretend that everything is normal, but nothing is. It’s different from all the evenings we spent. Maybe it was the air, maybe the sounds outside signalized an upcoming storm.
The energy in the air manifested itself as you looked at me.
Re: Waiting for the Downpour
Date: 2004-08-01 04:50 pm (UTC)Maybe this could be the happy ending Jack wanted. The happy ending I wanted.
But you let go of me. I could hear you moving in the back of the room, sitting down. I took the chair across from you, wondering what had just happened and if I maybe had dreamt it.
I looked at the floor, the table, your shoes but not your face. Only when you spoke I looked up. You had your eyes closed tightly, your hands were closed to fists.
“I love you, Jake,” you said.
“I love you. God, I love you, what do you say?”
And I smiled, because I knew the answer to that.
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