Rating: G
Pairings: None.
Warnings: It's angsty.
Other Notes: This is gen I wrote about Coach Sheldon Beiste for
boysinperil (
who likes "text tattoos," among other things) as part of the
kurt_blaine Hiatus Gift Exchange. I've since updated this piece to reflect the character's change in gender identity and expression.
Say My Name
Sheldon's fingers press, heavy but careful, around the tender edges at his hip. It almost seems like the ink'll bleed, soak into his fingers like sunlight into his old dog Mabelle's fur. A warm ache spreads under his fingertips. It's more than skin-deep.
The characters lie there, basic and blocky -- and isn't that just as right as rain on a bear crapping in the woods?
He'll replace the bandage in a minute. Not that anyone'll see underneath anyway. But he doesn't leave wounds open to the air when he can help it. It's who he is.
Bête.
(It's French.)
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