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mmexlibris) wrote2009-10-20 09:40 am
mmexlibris) wrote2009-10-20 09:40 am
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[fic] The Ravelled Sleave of Care
| Title: Prompt: Pairing: Fandom: Rating: Word Count: | The Ravelled Sleave of Care Sleep Veronica Mars/Bryan Mills Veronica Mars/Taken (2009) G 100 |
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. ~Wm. Shakespeare, Macbeth | |
| The credits on the DVD looped again. He watched the names scroll by, idly stroking her hair. Her hand clenched on his shirt front, and she made a soft, contented sound. "You want me to tuck you in?" She shook her head, not even bothering to lift her head from his chest. He laughed, a low rumble, wrapping both long arms around her, holding her close. He took a deep breath, and let it out in a long sigh. "Too old to sleep in a chair," he said. "Accountants never sleep," she murmured, nestling closer. She knows him too well, he thinks. | |
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