Drabblish RPS
May. 25th, 2005 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My first RPS. Blame goodtwin for posting this pic.
- Title: The New Belt
- Pairing: SPF/The martial arts instructor (I named him Dave)
- Rated: Light PG
- Warnings: Implied slash, and my first real-person fic
- Feedback: Welcomed as always.
Dave laughs, and it's a pure and happy sound.
Sean struggles with the knot of the old belt, to make room for the new one. His hands are shaking; he's so thrilled and he knows a goofy grin is plastered across his face. He's earned this and it feels great. He's not an actor in the dojo. His fellow students are pleased for him because he worked hard for this, not because he's a celebrity.
"Here," Dave grins. "You're all twisted." Hands that can break cinder blocks take Sean's gi out of his grasp. Fingers that can stab through wooden planks help him retie the slender inner string.
Their eyes meet, a promise for later flickers between them. Sean feels his face warm as both of them look down at Dave's hands.
"I swear I'm making 'dressing yourself' a requirement for belt promotions from now on." The class laughs, and Sean along with them.
Dave slings the old belt across his shoulders and unfolds the new one.
Hands that have touched every part of him wrap the heavy cotton around Sean's waist--front to back, crossing over his spine and then around to the front again to tie. Dave tugs the ends; the fabric makes a soft snap.
The knot is strong, and it gives him a feeling of security. Blue eyes meet brown again, just for a second.
Sean is himself, and at that moment there is no person he'd rather be.
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Date: 2005-05-26 04:30 am (UTC)I love how you describe Dave's strength Hands that can break cinder blocks ... Fingers that can stab through wooden planks and yet there's a gentleness to his interaction with Sean. So sweet.
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Date: 2005-05-26 04:38 am (UTC)There will probably be more of these 250-words-ish pieces (they fit on one of my handwritten note pages). Dunno if any of it will actually go anywhere though.
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Date: 2005-05-26 04:47 am (UTC)sweet, innocentgirls with pretty men anddirtyideas. *kishes her*Can't wait to read more :)
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Date: 2005-05-26 06:01 am (UTC)I saw a smashed toilet outside a three story building today. I thought of you.
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Date: 2005-05-26 12:14 pm (UTC)glad you liked it. It's a little different for me. I don't think I have an angsty thought planned for these two at all...
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Date: 2005-05-26 02:36 pm (UTC)Surely you jest.
I loathe myself now. I cannot even recognise my own sex slaves anymore. I'm getting old. *weep*
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Date: 2005-05-26 11:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 12:08 pm (UTC)(Okay, maybe I don't mind that much)
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Date: 2005-05-26 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 11:02 pm (UTC)Fic-Dave is nothing like Spar-Dave. Does this guy look like a rabid weasel to you? Personality-wise they're just about polar opposites (yeah, I know Fic-Dave doesnt get enough screen-time in this bit to show that).
Glad I could bring a smile to your face, but no. Just...no.
:)
-J
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Date: 2005-05-27 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-27 03:34 am (UTC)If you'd seen the pic and the fic and didnt know the author knew that Dave, would it still have felt like him?
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Date: 2005-05-27 03:57 am (UTC)