Series of The Aviator drabbles or double drabbles, depending on my mood.
First up: Howard's always had a fondness for sweets.
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Nectar
He bit into the little heavenly hockey puck with relish. It was nowhere near as soft or as chewy as it should have been. Too damn powdery. It was sweet, though, and that was his only concern at the moment. Well, that and…
"Yeah, right there, that's the shot."
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He felt himself growing more buzzed with excitement, amped with energy. He was telling that snake-in-the-grass exactly how he was going to destroy him and the dumb fuck couldn't do a thing about it. Warm triumph flooded him.
Damn, Faith's ice cream looked good.
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As he walked out to the Hercules, he saw a bee. Flitting around a flower, looking as anxious and keyed up as he felt. He felt himself smile as the little thing dove into the daisy. 'Yeah', he thought, 'us flying things; we need our nectar.'
