Drabble Fic: Lost to the Sea Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter Rating: G
Title: Lost to the sea
Author: Heaven Returned here on LJ but Andromedarayne on FF.net
Pairing: Shawn / Lassiter
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I down own them. I wish I did but I’m just a sad housewife in Indiana lol
Notes: This is my first anything ever posted about Psych. But I’m feeling kind of down tonight and this just came to me. It’s not technically a drabble since it’s over 100 words so it’s drabble-ish lol.
Also I AM rusty in my Irish Gaelic (I speak Scots Gaelic more often) so if you are fluent and I messed up the end don’t laugh.
Is tú mo ghrá = I love you
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The sea was usually a place of great calm for him. However, not this night. Tonight the gentle warm breeze upon his skin seemed colder then a pineapple smoothie. The moon's reflection in the lapping waves was so bright it burned his eyes and the gentle sound of the waves breaking upon the shore was deafening to his ears.
He had always known it would not last but he’d gotten comfortable. He loved working with everyone from the SBPD, and one particular detective in particular. Today it had all come crashing down around his feet. He had seen the gentle warmth that sometimes was directed his way in the blue gaze ice over. As if a physical wall had been shoved between them.
Turning he headed back towards his bike, bag over his shoulder. With one final backwards glance towards the seaside he sped off. With only the sea and the warm ocean air embracing the soft words left behind.
/Is tú mo ghrá……Lassie./
Author: Heaven Returned here on LJ but Andromedarayne on FF.net
Pairing: Shawn / Lassiter
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I down own them. I wish I did but I’m just a sad housewife in Indiana lol
Notes: This is my first anything ever posted about Psych. But I’m feeling kind of down tonight and this just came to me. It’s not technically a drabble since it’s over 100 words so it’s drabble-ish lol.
Also I AM rusty in my Irish Gaelic (I speak Scots Gaelic more often) so if you are fluent and I messed up the end don’t laugh.
Is tú mo ghrá = I love you
**^^**^^**^^
The sea was usually a place of great calm for him. However, not this night. Tonight the gentle warm breeze upon his skin seemed colder then a pineapple smoothie. The moon's reflection in the lapping waves was so bright it burned his eyes and the gentle sound of the waves breaking upon the shore was deafening to his ears.
He had always known it would not last but he’d gotten comfortable. He loved working with everyone from the SBPD, and one particular detective in particular. Today it had all come crashing down around his feet. He had seen the gentle warmth that sometimes was directed his way in the blue gaze ice over. As if a physical wall had been shoved between them.
Turning he headed back towards his bike, bag over his shoulder. With one final backwards glance towards the seaside he sped off. With only the sea and the warm ocean air embracing the soft words left behind.
/Is tú mo ghrá……Lassie./