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storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 04:30 pm
storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 04:30 pm
[Being Human (UK)] in the palm of our skull (Mitchell/George)
Title: in the palm of our skull
Fandom: Being Human (UK)
Length: 427 words
Prompt: fandom_stocking formegans_writing
Pairing: Mitchell/George established
Other: n/a
Excerpt: On full moon nights, Mitchell waited. Annie tried to distract him with tea and playing cards and anything she could think of, but Mitchell collected three-of-a-kind and never stopped worrying. They couldn't open the door until the morning.
On full moon nights, Mitchell waited. Annie tried to distract him with tea and playing cards and anything she could think of, but Mitchell collected three-of-a-kind and never stopped worrying. They couldn't open the door until the morning. If they did, the sound-proofing, poor as it was, would completely be useless. He couldn't know what George was doing to himself in there, if he was gnawing at his claws or howling or screaming inside his head for hours and hours and hours.
But as soon as the sun rose he was at the door, and he went in alone. George slept, bruised and beaten, more exhausted than comfortable. He was alive. The cage had held another night. Mitchell unlocked it and climbed inside, sitting down beside George and lifting him gently into his lap. George would like that when he woke up, being surrounded by the smell of Mitchell, the warmth of his skin. They could pretend that they'd been up too late and fallen asleep together, except that they were still in a cage.
But most of the time, the cage was there, it was just metaphorical, Mitchell thought. He hated these nights, hated being snappish with Annie and wanting to cheat at cards just to keep his fingers busy and all of the damned waiting.
George sighed in his sleep. Mitchell's fingers slid over George's skin, checking all of his bony limbs and counting his fingers. He listened to George's heart beat. He thought about blood. He kissed George's eyebrow. Annie would have giggled and said that was cute, but she gave them their time. She was great like that, the best roommate he'd ever had. Both of them were, despite their difficulties.
The metal bars were digging into Mitchell's back and his legs, but Mitchell ignored them. He didn't sleep, just held his boyfriend until he woke, groaning and stretching into Mitchell's grasp.
"G'morning," George said sleepily. "I told you, you don't have to--"
"I want to, shut up," Mitchell said. "Now come on, let's go to bed."
They got up and went into Mitchell's room. They didn't like sleeping in George's room with the cage there, and the bed went mostly unused. Mitchell's bed was unmade and they slid under the bedspread together, Mitchell wrapping himself around George from behind. George liked being the little spoon.
"Another full moon over," George said, yawning, but he could feel Mitchell already snoring against his back. There was nothing else to do for it but to drift away too, so he did, and finally, they rested.
Fandom: Being Human (UK)
Length: 427 words
Prompt: fandom_stocking for
megans_writingPairing: Mitchell/George established
Other: n/a
Excerpt: On full moon nights, Mitchell waited. Annie tried to distract him with tea and playing cards and anything she could think of, but Mitchell collected three-of-a-kind and never stopped worrying. They couldn't open the door until the morning.
On full moon nights, Mitchell waited. Annie tried to distract him with tea and playing cards and anything she could think of, but Mitchell collected three-of-a-kind and never stopped worrying. They couldn't open the door until the morning. If they did, the sound-proofing, poor as it was, would completely be useless. He couldn't know what George was doing to himself in there, if he was gnawing at his claws or howling or screaming inside his head for hours and hours and hours.
But as soon as the sun rose he was at the door, and he went in alone. George slept, bruised and beaten, more exhausted than comfortable. He was alive. The cage had held another night. Mitchell unlocked it and climbed inside, sitting down beside George and lifting him gently into his lap. George would like that when he woke up, being surrounded by the smell of Mitchell, the warmth of his skin. They could pretend that they'd been up too late and fallen asleep together, except that they were still in a cage.
But most of the time, the cage was there, it was just metaphorical, Mitchell thought. He hated these nights, hated being snappish with Annie and wanting to cheat at cards just to keep his fingers busy and all of the damned waiting.
George sighed in his sleep. Mitchell's fingers slid over George's skin, checking all of his bony limbs and counting his fingers. He listened to George's heart beat. He thought about blood. He kissed George's eyebrow. Annie would have giggled and said that was cute, but she gave them their time. She was great like that, the best roommate he'd ever had. Both of them were, despite their difficulties.
The metal bars were digging into Mitchell's back and his legs, but Mitchell ignored them. He didn't sleep, just held his boyfriend until he woke, groaning and stretching into Mitchell's grasp.
"G'morning," George said sleepily. "I told you, you don't have to--"
"I want to, shut up," Mitchell said. "Now come on, let's go to bed."
They got up and went into Mitchell's room. They didn't like sleeping in George's room with the cage there, and the bed went mostly unused. Mitchell's bed was unmade and they slid under the bedspread together, Mitchell wrapping himself around George from behind. George liked being the little spoon.
"Another full moon over," George said, yawning, but he could feel Mitchell already snoring against his back. There was nothing else to do for it but to drift away too, so he did, and finally, they rested.