With a comforting hug and a kiss on the head, Phil leaves Dan on their doorstep as he leaves for the wedding, looking back up to the now open window of Dan’s room where he waves down at the older man.
Turning before he watches Phil leave, Dan sits on his bed with his head in his hands and sighs, knowing the weekend is going to be a crappy one. He hates it when Phil leaves, even when he knows he’s being stupid because of cause Phil is coming back, it’s just hard to believe that when he’s gone.
Phil wanted him to go with him, hadn’t wanted to sit mostly by himself with a hundred people that didn’t understand what he did or what he found funny. He hadn’t wanted to be bored for the whole weekend without Dan who always got his jokes and reassured him when he was worried or scared.
It was just that Dan had way too much work to do, knowing that the videos for the gaming channel wouldn’t be up if one of them didn’t stay and they really didn’t want to lose their streak.
So Dan was alone for the weekend and in reality he knew he could handle a weekend away from Phil, they’d handled two weeks before so they would be fine. Plus, the reunion sex would be awesome when Phil got back.
For the most part, Dan stuck to playing Pokemon on his DS and editing the gaming videos, cutting and editing things out and in the end probably leaving more in that he should.
He stayed away from his laptop and only looking at his phone when Phil called or text, his favourite moment of a particular FaceTime call being when Phil stripped and put on his suit in front of Dan, now that had been fun.
Dan glances at his phone Sunday afternoon and hearing the notification tone from twitter, can’t help seeing the new tweet from Phil, unlocking his phone for the first time since Phil last text a few hours ago to the see the picture.
It made him smile as Phil never fails to do, the gorgeous eyes looking back at him making him feel a giddy, stupidly happy feeling in his stomach that some how has lasted through the years whenever he looks at the older man.
Shaking his head, smile lingering on his lips, Dan moves to the lounge and pulls his laptop from the armrest as he sinks into the sofa crease, an action he hasn’t done since Phil left, trying to keep himself distracted.
He opens the lid and is surprised to see the sticker that has been placed over his camera with a post-it note stuck next to it, Phil’s scrawl spelling out, ‘so the NSA can’t watch you ;). Love you, Bear.’
Giggling like a school girl, Dan picks up his phone and types that idiot a message, 'Philly, you spoon, I love you too.’
Yeah, he knows Phil’s coming back.
He pulls off the post-it note and sticks it to the armrest, making a mental note to put it into his memory box when he goes to his room before actually turning on his laptop, shoulders shaking as he pulls up a new tab.
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
~ Romeo and Juliet
A drabble requested by hellonsneakers and jennithedaydreamer and a few other people. Number 22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Basically my reaction to the my brain pleading can you please ust write some fluff!?
This was meant to be 2000 words. It is now 42 pages long and has turned into a monster. Help me.
This is just one of the many things I’m writing right now, but so far its the only one to actually cooperate. If I can wrangle down the others then I can actually start things. Because now not only have I started six parts of my timeline (when the hell am I just going to bite the bullet and start that stupid thing) but I’ve also decided to write that “Griselda’s Tea Time” idea that everyone got really into. So… we’ll see what happens.
In the meantime….
My biggest fear here is if I wrote Roland right… I mean besides every other blatantly obvious fear. But goddammit the guy is the hardest to write for. He’s got to be charming and slimy all at once. Handsome but ugly. Awful but perfect. I swear he’s a walking batch of irony. So… we’ll see…
Apologies. This is kind of everywhere and might be a little crappy. But it’s something. And this prompt was the kick in the pants for me to actually get some writing done and got me working harder on all my other things.
But yeah… sorry… it’s a little crappy… and I’m not exactly happy with it. But for what it is…
Marianne dealt with many different things in her past, and she’s been in love more than once. And as the age old expression goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, eyes are the window to the soul and love is blind.Because they would always look, but it was often her own eyes that deceived her.
A summary of glances and the repetition that really isn’t repetition at all.
A comparison of Marianne’s most important looks.
The first time Roland had looked at her, Marianne had nearly been brought to her knees. Naturally she was more than aware of the status he held in the Kingdom. Who wasn’t? The fair Knight sweeping damsels off their feet with a smile that could slay a dragon and a heart and a sun all at once. The perfect specimen with hair pure as gold and eyes green as tart apples and the grace that swept lakes into streams and brought the grasses in the fields shuddering and bowing before going off to charm the wind as well.