Darren has the windows rolled down and the radio blasting so loudly the seats vibrate, and Chris thinks that if he could, Darren would have the top down too. But his car isn’t a convertible, and the best he can do is to have the sunroof wide open to the lightening sky. It’s enough. The wind whips through Chris’ hair, shivers down his neck, and sends the tantalizing scent of sunscreen and shampoo twisting through the air.
Taking of Toast and Tea (Prufrock 'verse) - CrissColfer ficlet
Title: Taking of Toast and Tea Pairing: CrissColfer Rating/Length: PG; ~2500 Summary: It’s just before the end of Glee, Chris and Darren take a little weekend getaway to Boston. The third of future!fics in the ‘verse. Set before “La Même Direction” and after the last posted drabble.
Title: Beneath the Music Pairing: CrissColfer Rating/Length: PG for a touch of swearing; ~1500 Summary: The sixth reaction ficlet set in the ‘verse. Sometimes you just need to take a moment for a dance with a boy.
In Lieu of Auden - CrissColfer fic (Prufrock verse)
Title: In Lieu of Auden Pairing: CrissColfer Rating/Length: PG; ~1,870 Summary: Darren spends a quiet, snowy winter day tucked away in a cafe. AN: Set an indeterminate time after the end of Glee. Occurs after the drabbles set in this verse. I don’t think it’s necessary to read anything else in the verse, but it might enhance the fic.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone / prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Darren stamps the snow off his boots and brushes it from his shoulders before he pulls the door to the café open. Jingle bells chime merrily and warm air blasts him in the face, making his frozen nose and cheeks tingle. He’d been walking outside for a while before deciding to stop for something warm and delicious; he hadn’t realized how cold he’d gotten, despite his heavy layers. His lips twitch at the familiar scent coffee and sugar and low burning candles. The heat of the café slips under his clothes even as the door closes behind him, cutting off the flow of wintry air from outside.
I'm kind of downing in feels; I just read for the first time ever the poem "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", and I couldn't help but be reminded of your Prufrock verse. So I'm probably going to spend the evening reading the Prufrock Verse all over again. And probably gonna read Crema after, for the umpteenth time.
That is EXACTLY why I picked that poem for that verse, or rather the poem picked itself.