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writetomyheart2023-07-01 10:47 pm
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[team two] reminiscence
Baz/Simon, Baz/Lamb; G; ~200 words
After all this time you wouldn't think bronze curls would still have the same effect on me. You'd think my heart wouldn't still skip a beat of it's slow dirge, that my breath wouldn't still catch in my throat until he turns, you'd think that my world wouldn't still shatter, just for a moment, every time it's not him.
After all this time you wouldn't think bronze curls would still have the same effect on me. You'd think my heart wouldn't still skip a beat of it's slow dirge, that my breath wouldn't still catch in my throat until he turns, you'd think that my world wouldn't still shatter, just for a moment, every time it's not him.
There's no reason it should be Simon Snow. There's no reason for him to be in some swanky Nevada restaurant or strolling along the strip, there's definitely no reason he'd be here in the penthouse suite of the Katherine, rubbing shoulders with the Las Vegas vampire elite.
It's unlikely his hair is even still bronze.
"There you are, love." A gentle voice purrs beside me, but then his eyes follow my gaze and he frowns ever so slightly as he realises I'm not here, not entirely, part of me is stuck in the past again.
It humoured him at first, when I'd speak of my past - to someone with nearly six hundred years behind them, I suppose thinking back thirty years is probably practically the present.
It still bemuses him, he's outlived his ties to mortality so many times over that my reminiscence is alien to him. He's been patient though.