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fellowshippers2004-11-04 10:23 pm
Drabble.
Stained Sheets.
PG. Drabble.
Dom & Your Choice.
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Dominic was gone. He had come for a brief stay, no more than a couple of days and a solitary night. He was gone and all that was left was an impression on the pillow and stains on the sheets. No, not stains of love though those remained. Blue and black smudges, the kind that wouldn't come out in the wash. Echoes of meaningful words that had rubbed away from a night of being tucked beneath pillows and pinned under his body. Dominic was gone, but the stains would remain and linger , a memory that spoke of promises to come.
PG. Drabble.
Dom & Your Choice.
Feedback requested.
Dominic was gone. He had come for a brief stay, no more than a couple of days and a solitary night. He was gone and all that was left was an impression on the pillow and stains on the sheets. No, not stains of love though those remained. Blue and black smudges, the kind that wouldn't come out in the wash. Echoes of meaningful words that had rubbed away from a night of being tucked beneath pillows and pinned under his body. Dominic was gone, but the stains would remain and linger , a memory that spoke of promises to come.

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I've got stains on my sheets from writing on my hands with sharpies and falling asleep before I work to clean it off. Figured with as much as he writes on his hands, he's bound to have sharpie stains on his sheets too. Or someone elses, too.
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Have had this happen to me a few times and this is the first time I've seen anyone address it in fic! =D
Love it =D Thanks for sharing =D
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And I know, I was like "Dom loves sharpies. Dom sleeps. Sharpies attack sheets! FIC!" and yes, anything to avoid studying sociology.
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Very vivid!!