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A few drabbles
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Mustang will never forget those yellow eyes. When the sergeant’s body was brought back, covered with a blood-soaked blanket, Kimbley’s eyes widened and he fell on his knees next to the stretcher. He stared at the body in horror.
“Matthew… God, no…!”
Mustang will never forget those tears streaming down on Kimbley’s face. He even remembers the heat of his skin, as he touched his shoulders to lead him away.
On the next day, Kimbley came out of somebody’s tent; his hands marked with red ink, still bleeding a little. He was grinning madly.
Mustang will never forget that grin.
Similarity
The door was ripped open and Nash stormed in. "My child is born finally! I'm a father!!"
The dark-haired man stood up and embraced his friend with a smile. "Congratulations, Nash. Boy or girl?"
"He's a handsome little guy," Nash Tringham beamed. "Come, Belshio, I want you to see him!"
The dark-haired man followed his friend patiently. In the bedroom, Nash’s wife lay on the bed, exhausted but proud. She smiled on Belshio and handed him the baby carefully. A pair of large grey eyes blinked at the dark-haired man from the bundle. Belshio smiled.
"He takes after you, Judy."
Mirror
Once, he helped out a man; the load fell off from his truck. He helped to put it back.
The man was thankful and invited him to stay at his home for the night. He agreed.
There was a mirror in the room and before he went to sleep, he stopped in front of it and examined his face. The dark skin, the bright red eyes, the snow-white hair and the pale cross scar.
For a fleeting moment, he wondered if others find him attractive despite of that. But then, he just shook his head and blew the candle out.
Moment
The room is clean; the powder of chalk is washed away, the air is freshened up, the books and papers are placed back neatly on the shelves and the desk.
The basket is empty, the apple pie is gone. The scent of cinnamon still lingers.
It’s dark now, the Sun just set. But the soldiers don’t need the light.
Roy sits next to Maes, leaning on his friend’s shoulder. The slightly older man hugs him close and strokes Roy’s silky black hair absent-mindedly.
So many things happened lately. But everything’s peaceful now and both soldiers simply enjoy the rare moment.
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Mustang will never forget those yellow eyes. When the sergeant’s body was brought back, covered with a blood-soaked blanket, Kimbley’s eyes widened and he fell on his knees next to the stretcher. He stared at the body in horror.
“Matthew… God, no…!”
Mustang will never forget those tears streaming down on Kimbley’s face. He even remembers the heat of his skin, as he touched his shoulders to lead him away.
On the next day, Kimbley came out of somebody’s tent; his hands marked with red ink, still bleeding a little. He was grinning madly.
Mustang will never forget that grin.
Similarity
The door was ripped open and Nash stormed in. "My child is born finally! I'm a father!!"
The dark-haired man stood up and embraced his friend with a smile. "Congratulations, Nash. Boy or girl?"
"He's a handsome little guy," Nash Tringham beamed. "Come, Belshio, I want you to see him!"
The dark-haired man followed his friend patiently. In the bedroom, Nash’s wife lay on the bed, exhausted but proud. She smiled on Belshio and handed him the baby carefully. A pair of large grey eyes blinked at the dark-haired man from the bundle. Belshio smiled.
"He takes after you, Judy."
Mirror
Once, he helped out a man; the load fell off from his truck. He helped to put it back.
The man was thankful and invited him to stay at his home for the night. He agreed.
There was a mirror in the room and before he went to sleep, he stopped in front of it and examined his face. The dark skin, the bright red eyes, the snow-white hair and the pale cross scar.
For a fleeting moment, he wondered if others find him attractive despite of that. But then, he just shook his head and blew the candle out.
Moment
The room is clean; the powder of chalk is washed away, the air is freshened up, the books and papers are placed back neatly on the shelves and the desk.
The basket is empty, the apple pie is gone. The scent of cinnamon still lingers.
It’s dark now, the Sun just set. But the soldiers don’t need the light.
Roy sits next to Maes, leaning on his friend’s shoulder. The slightly older man hugs him close and strokes Roy’s silky black hair absent-mindedly.
So many things happened lately. But everything’s peaceful now and both soldiers simply enjoy the rare moment.
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