Alphabet Drabbles
by Shadowy Star
April 2014
Disclaimer: I don't own the Coldfire trilogy. It belongs to C.S. Friedman. I do own this story. Characters, places, locations and organizations not appearing or being mentioned in the books are also mine. Do not archive or translate or otherwise use it without permission.
Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin.
A/N: A place to store my drabbles before they turn into fully grown plot bunnies and start biting. Posted as part of my New Year resolutions. Three down, one to go!
All I Ever Wanted To Tell You
Chapter summary: Damien is sick and tired of their game.
"What do you want from me, Gerald?" Damien asked tiredly. He didn't remember who'd said hope was the worst of all evils but they were so damn right. And now, enough was enough. He was sick and tired of their game of seemingly coincidental meetings. Both knew the other well enough to accurately predict where they would be under certain circumstances. The aftermath of a violent quake, for example, would of course make him try to help if he happened to be in the neighborhood.
"I want you to listen, you stubborn ex-Priest!" the black-haired young man insisted, flinging blankets aside and standing.
Damien turned away from the sight of naked olive skin and heated black eyes. In the clear wintry sky behind the dae's window Prima was slowly rising to join her larger sister high above.
"I think I've listened enough today. And two months ago. And five weeks before that."
"Then talk to me!"
Damien sighed, turning. "What do I have to do to make you understand I don't want to talk?" He raised his head and squared his shoulders, steeling himself. If this continued he'd never stop hoping one day Gerald might look at him with more than lust in those night dark jewels. "I don't want to talk, I don't want to listen, and I don't want to ever see you again."