Drabble-Month: Day #23

Hours Later

The bedsheets are completely a wreck and Sean is sore in places that he hasn’t felt as sore in a long, long time. He winces as he pries off the comforter and sits up for long enough to realize that he doesn’t have a clue in hell why he’s sitting up, collapsing back down on the bed, arm smacking a naked torso.

“Hey, watch it,” Ash warns, still looking younger than necessarily healthy. As much as Sean is enjoying this brief little foray into the mad and macabre, he has to admit that he’ll be glad when they find a cure.

Sean groans and pushes at sore thigh muscles with the palm of his hand. “You broke me,” he accuses.

“We could have just kept on playing cards, you know, no one said that we had to screw like bunnies on atomic meth,” Ash drawls, that mouth of his making that strange turn of phrase particularly sinful. Sean just groans again and buries his head in a pillow, not sure if he wants to be so turned on already.

Instead of saying a word, he turns and traps Ash with arms around his waist. “Can we talk about anything else? Something remotely not-sexy.”

“Mickey in a nun’s habit. Emma putting on a sexy show for you. Albert putting on a sexy show…”

“Yeah! Yeah, all right, I get the point,” Sean cuts him off. “I get it, I’ll go back to shutting you up.”

Which, judging by the mischievous smirk on Ash’s face is what was intended all along.

Drabble-Month: Day #24

The day that life and death convene to open a new door all-together to Daisy Adair comes later than she might have liked. She’s forgotten what it’s like to be a human, she’s almost forgotten how to relate to mortals. It’s all endless to her. She goes on, she feels no pain, she exists to take souls (like a monster from under the bed).

And then one day, the lights are for her.

She stares into the brightness and the misshapen shapes that are supposed to coalesce to form something, anything…but nothing comes. They simply swirl and beam and blind her intensely, as if she isn’t due an explanation.

“Is this it?” she asks against the howling winds, covering her eyes against the pureness of the white.

She isn’t given an answer. It figures that after all this time, there’s no answer for why anything. It just is.

So Daisy Adair puts on a brave face and not knowing what the world after holds for her, she steps forward into the light and for a moment that she fears is only fleeting, she feels surrounded and embraced with a powerful, overwhelming sense of love.

It’s all it takes to make her feel like she’s home.