Story snippet from my tumblr... let me know if you want to see more posted here - rather than searching tags over there. I'll only post ones I wrote with Something New in mind.
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SeventhSanctum prompt: Such a interesting time, this time of wars among the gods.
The cold metal sliding on his face feels wet, slick, and alive. The shock rocking him out of his bed with flailing arms batting at the snaking, dark coil extended from an outstretched hand. The laughter erupts, scarring his ears as he takes it in full.
"What's the matter, afraid of belts?" Eric taunts him, letting the buckle jingle.
He charges him, arms snapping out to contact Eric's arms and rams him into the wall. The action wasn't without recoil, Eric's hands bouncing against his torso without the room necessary to mount a defense. Eric doesn't drop the toothy grin until knuckles peel his lips across them and blood slurps into his spit. With both of them off balance, retaliation isn't easy, but the weeks of training has helped perfect their reactions.
Blows rain back prodding them across the squeaking floors while the other boys watch and marvel. There's differences in form and technique, but no one wagered on a winner.
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"Just… Don't leave." He forced out, struggling with what he actually wanted to say. He wanted to tell her he forgave her, that he'd never hurt her, that he'd never leave her again, but all three felt too close to lies to squeeze past his lips. "What ever this is, I want it." He declared instead.
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Love isn't the words or the longing look just before ruffling up the hem of a shirt. Love isn't the glittery presents or the dinners spent wooing. Love isn't alive in the vows lost in the wind so many years ago.
Love is a man chocking down the driest accident ever inflicted on a pork chop and saying, "Thank You."