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Be Not Afeared

Title: Be Not Afeared

Author Eglantine_br

Rating G

Word Count 100 (drabble)

Be Not Afeard

He could not move his arm.

It was. It hurt. He could not free it, it was numb. It was. Was chained, chafed, forgotten, rotten, filthy, shameful, ragged. The hard beneath his cheek. Alone.

No. A dream. It was stiff with wrapping. It hurt because. Horatio. A bandage only.

The step behind him in the dark, known, wanted. Yes.

Horatio's long body slid against his, careful of the arm.

“You asleep, Archie?”

And he shook his head, briefly. Could not speak, just now.

“All done with watch.” Horatio said. A kiss, then.

“Go back to sleep, Archie.”


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 20th, 2012 03:10 pm (UTC)
Poetry - You have it!
Sep. 20th, 2012 11:35 pm (UTC)
Thanks I think sometimes poetry is what you get when you eliminate all the words you can.
Sep. 21st, 2012 10:26 am (UTC)
The hardest thing to do. But then. Don't 'think', use the right side of your brain only. And pin down what you find. That's the art :)
Sep. 27th, 2016 10:02 pm (UTC)
Poor Archie, flashing back. It's so horrible to think of him ever needing to pillow his head on a chained wrist. How could anyone have ever brought themselves to chain him? The French guards should have seen what a beautiful person he was and just let him go. (And given him flowers and chocolate and a ride back to England. Yes, very realistic.)
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