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31_days and am liking these prompts. Here are September's. This is a post-on-the-day or wait-for-the-last-day-of-the-month-amnesty comm. I may or may not hook this into a longer fic.
Title: He steps into the remaining light
Day/Prompt: 23-Sep-2020 "he steps into the remaining light"
Fandom: The Old Guard
Character/Pairing: Joe/Nicky
Rating/Warning(s): Gen
Word Count: 200
Summary: Nicky waxing poetic about Joe.
Joe is so beautiful sometimes it hurts to look at him. He steps into the remaining light, and Nicky’s heart throbs.
Nicky wishes, and not for the first time, that he had Joe’s talent for drawing. He wishes he could capture the way the dying light makes a rich, warm halo around Joe’s silhouette. The silhouette itself is not a uniform shadow but rather shades of dark in which Nicky can distinguish Joe’s hair, coarse yet soft, as well as Joe’s neck and back and shoulders, thick, firm muscle layered with warm skin and clothing.
Nicky feels the latent memory of being at prayer and raising his head to see a painting or a sculpture, something holy, something beautiful, something created to tell a story of mercy and wonder, something created to inspire goodness and love and devotion.
Joe turns.
Maybe he feels the weight of Nicky’s gaze. Maybe he doesn’t. But a thousand years haven’t rid Nicky of the habit of looking away and blushing at being caught staring.
“Like what you see, hayati?”
Nicky nods at the ground but he doesn’t just like what he sees, he loves what he sees in every way he knows to love.
31_days and am liking these prompts. Here are September's. This is a post-on-the-day or wait-for-the-last-day-of-the-month-amnesty comm. I may or may not hook this into a longer fic. Title: He steps into the remaining light
Day/Prompt: 23-Sep-2020 "he steps into the remaining light"
Fandom: The Old Guard
Character/Pairing: Joe/Nicky
Rating/Warning(s): Gen
Word Count: 200
Summary: Nicky waxing poetic about Joe.
Joe is so beautiful sometimes it hurts to look at him. He steps into the remaining light, and Nicky’s heart throbs.
Nicky wishes, and not for the first time, that he had Joe’s talent for drawing. He wishes he could capture the way the dying light makes a rich, warm halo around Joe’s silhouette. The silhouette itself is not a uniform shadow but rather shades of dark in which Nicky can distinguish Joe’s hair, coarse yet soft, as well as Joe’s neck and back and shoulders, thick, firm muscle layered with warm skin and clothing.
Nicky feels the latent memory of being at prayer and raising his head to see a painting or a sculpture, something holy, something beautiful, something created to tell a story of mercy and wonder, something created to inspire goodness and love and devotion.
Joe turns.
Maybe he feels the weight of Nicky’s gaze. Maybe he doesn’t. But a thousand years haven’t rid Nicky of the habit of looking away and blushing at being caught staring.
“Like what you see, hayati?”
Nicky nods at the ground but he doesn’t just like what he sees, he loves what he sees in every way he knows to love.
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Date: 2020-10-02 05:00 pm (UTC)I will have a Halloween fic and a few Kinktober ficlets for them, too. I will try to fold this into something on AO3, probably the Kinktober fills.