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Finding Common Ground
Jan. 19th, 2008 07:37 pmTitle: Finding Common Ground
Characters: Doug Walker, Eugene Ziegler
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3800
Notes: Combining two prompts for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
itsproductivity: January 6 (you're standing in the doorway) and January 11 (you're in a motel room). Second-person perspective, which sometimes I get the urge to write. Doug Walker again, this time back to his actual age.
You've been lonely for so long, it seems normal. Love is a faint memory that flits occasionally through your dreams and lasts as a dull, empty ache you've pushed to the lowest part of your mind, a space you try to bury under medication and forced optimism. You do a good job of it, too-- your students would never guess what's going on, and your friends, the few you have, only know if you tell them, and they've each got their own problems. Still, the ache sharpens more these days-- you're ten months away from fifty, your eyesight's deteriorating and your hair's gone grey, you're nobody's catch even if you played the market.
( and your friends are all yentas )
Characters: Doug Walker, Eugene Ziegler
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3800
Notes: Combining two prompts for
itsproductivity: January 6 (you're standing in the doorway) and January 11 (you're in a motel room). Second-person perspective, which sometimes I get the urge to write. Doug Walker again, this time back to his actual age.You've been lonely for so long, it seems normal. Love is a faint memory that flits occasionally through your dreams and lasts as a dull, empty ache you've pushed to the lowest part of your mind, a space you try to bury under medication and forced optimism. You do a good job of it, too-- your students would never guess what's going on, and your friends, the few you have, only know if you tell them, and they've each got their own problems. Still, the ache sharpens more these days-- you're ten months away from fifty, your eyesight's deteriorating and your hair's gone grey, you're nobody's catch even if you played the market.
( and your friends are all yentas )
