drabbles: The Artist's Hands & Traces From The Past
The Artist's Hands
Neal gen | PG-13 | 100 words
A/N: For prompt #87 - Touch on whitecollar100
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The stroke of his thumb against the clay, molding it into a perfect copy. The light touch of fingertips brushing skin.
It's all art, really. Knowing the exact pressure to use on a brush when you paint or how far you can push someone before it becomes too much.
Neal doesn't consider himself the ultimate expert but he would be lying if he said he isn't actually pretty damn good. It's comforting to know you're good; a guarantee to the money and the ladies.
And he doesn't need more, most of the time anyway. It's a price he can accept.
Traces From The Past
Alex gen (Alex/Neal, Sara/Neal mentions) | PG | 100 words
A/N: For prompt #12 - Team on whitecollar100
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It was easy to see how Neal fitted in the team. The way he stood next to Peter as they explained what they were going to do to catch Adler and how the others discussed ideas with him like he had always been part of the team. Like he was one of them.
It also wasn't difficult to notice how Sara looked at him, maybe because she knew that look had been on her face too once.
They had been a team back then, searching Europe for the musicbox.
If this was her destiny it certainly was a cruel one.
Neal gen | PG-13 | 100 words
A/N: For prompt #87 - Touch on whitecollar100
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The stroke of his thumb against the clay, molding it into a perfect copy. The light touch of fingertips brushing skin.
It's all art, really. Knowing the exact pressure to use on a brush when you paint or how far you can push someone before it becomes too much.
Neal doesn't consider himself the ultimate expert but he would be lying if he said he isn't actually pretty damn good. It's comforting to know you're good; a guarantee to the money and the ladies.
And he doesn't need more, most of the time anyway. It's a price he can accept.
Traces From The Past
Alex gen (Alex/Neal, Sara/Neal mentions) | PG | 100 words
A/N: For prompt #12 - Team on whitecollar100
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It was easy to see how Neal fitted in the team. The way he stood next to Peter as they explained what they were going to do to catch Adler and how the others discussed ideas with him like he had always been part of the team. Like he was one of them.
It also wasn't difficult to notice how Sara looked at him, maybe because she knew that look had been on her face too once.
They had been a team back then, searching Europe for the musicbox.
If this was her destiny it certainly was a cruel one.