1, 2, 3, 4, I Declare a Drabble War

by GrrraceUnderfire

I didn't start it. Tuttle started it. Here comes a collection of itty bitty compositions. In Chapters 1-12, Newkirk has a hidden home life. In Chapters 13, the perspective shifts to Carter as he relives his capture.

1. FAST

FAST

"What's she like?" Feather flutters to floor.

"Fast and loose, Carter, just how I like 'em." Newkirk smirks, eyes stuck to letter.

Mates or not, he needn't know. A man needs privacy.

Carter plucks fluff from floor, twirls it between fingers.

"Short feather for a fan."

"What do you know?"

"Tiny, like goose down from a pillow. You sure she's a dancer?"

"Of course I'm sure." He snarls, but smiles at her picture in his head. Was.

Déboulés, she called them. Fast half turns across floor. Swan Lake.

Now, she sends feathers plucked from their bed. At home. His wife.