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The final mirror drabble
Thought I'd better write and post this before another hellish week spoils the mood and keeps them away any longer.
Follows two previous drabbles, this and this.
One mirror to bind them
No more, he can take no more of this.
When next Viggo hovers in front of the mirror, scrutinizing its surface, searching for something hiding in there, two quick strides take Sean behind him.
Hands clasp Viggo’s shoulders.. restraining and pleading, gripping and stroking.
Two sets of eyes devour from the mirror’s surface the image of two men.. close.. touching..
Then the eyes meet, search, find the knowledge that it needs not be two, it can be one, that they both want it to be one.
And the two melt into one, and the one fades from the mirror’s face.
Follows two previous drabbles, this and this.
One mirror to bind them
No more, he can take no more of this.
When next Viggo hovers in front of the mirror, scrutinizing its surface, searching for something hiding in there, two quick strides take Sean behind him.
Hands clasp Viggo’s shoulders.. restraining and pleading, gripping and stroking.
Two sets of eyes devour from the mirror’s surface the image of two men.. close.. touching..
Then the eyes meet, search, find the knowledge that it needs not be two, it can be one, that they both want it to be one.
And the two melt into one, and the one fades from the mirror’s face.