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Random Drabble
Toby/Andy
Pea.Gee
Toby saved the drafts of all his speeches and he returned to them periodically, usually on nights sleep eluded him, and Scotch seemed to hone his mind rather than blur the edges. Nights like tonight.
Sitting in his empty living room surrounded by an equal half of their married possessions, he pulled the heavy box of half-written speeches towards him. Because he wasn’t twelve he hadn’t actually written her name, but she was there in geometric shapes, small and precise, and the gentle, swirling spirals inked with the deepest of India black.
Andy was there, always there, on the margins.
Toby/Andy
Pea.Gee
Toby saved the drafts of all his speeches and he returned to them periodically, usually on nights sleep eluded him, and Scotch seemed to hone his mind rather than blur the edges. Nights like tonight.
Sitting in his empty living room surrounded by an equal half of their married possessions, he pulled the heavy box of half-written speeches towards him. Because he wasn’t twelve he hadn’t actually written her name, but she was there in geometric shapes, small and precise, and the gentle, swirling spirals inked with the deepest of India black.
Andy was there, always there, on the margins.