Jan. 23rd, 2007
[Fic] Tears in Rain
Jan. 23rd, 2007 02:28 pmTitle: Tears in Rain
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: William Danvers, Richard Parry
Word Count: 1,650
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Scenes and memories long forgotten.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion...
I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the
Tanhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost
in time like tears in rain."
-- Roy Batty, Blade Runner
They were solving the world's problems the same way they always did, over two bottle of beer each and a joint passed between them. While the rest of the house was decorated in the kind of ostentation only Old Money could bring, the den was a haven of bachelor carelessness. Videotapes, a bottle of scotch, books and papers scattered all over the desk. There was a well-loved couch on the wall, currently occupied by two very relaxed young men.
William Danvers was lounging with his head on his friend's lap, staring at the ceiling and tracing rings in the air with the smoke. They had fallen silent, not that that mattered. They were as comfortable in silence as they were in conversation.
"Hey, pass that over. You're letting it burn down."
He reached up and passed it to Richard Parry, fingertips brushing unnecessarily but with habit. It made the other man smile.
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Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: William Danvers, Richard Parry
Word Count: 1,650
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Scenes and memories long forgotten.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion...
I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the
Tanhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost
in time like tears in rain."
-- Roy Batty, Blade Runner
They were solving the world's problems the same way they always did, over two bottle of beer each and a joint passed between them. While the rest of the house was decorated in the kind of ostentation only Old Money could bring, the den was a haven of bachelor carelessness. Videotapes, a bottle of scotch, books and papers scattered all over the desk. There was a well-loved couch on the wall, currently occupied by two very relaxed young men.
William Danvers was lounging with his head on his friend's lap, staring at the ceiling and tracing rings in the air with the smoke. They had fallen silent, not that that mattered. They were as comfortable in silence as they were in conversation.
"Hey, pass that over. You're letting it burn down."
He reached up and passed it to Richard Parry, fingertips brushing unnecessarily but with habit. It made the other man smile.
( Read more... )