March 16th, 2007
|11:35 am - I'm bored, therefore I offer ficlets|
This is eventually going to become a bad habit if I let it keep going. :-) But I've been too busy to write much the past week, and I'm feeling better (a little more energetic) physically, so I'll call this a jump-start to the weekend.
Comment with two characters from a fandom you know I am in, or that I follow. (I'd prefer if they were from the same fandom, but hey, your choice.) I'll write you a snippet about them, on some variation of the theme "saying goodbye."
Only the first five people to comment will get fic. I have limits. (And a script to work on this weekend.)
Current Mood: bored
Note: um, I hope you like this. it's a little odd, but then, so is Larry. *g*
Larry descended the stairs for the very last time, and stood in the main room, remembering. The floors he had sanded and refinished supported him staunchly. The roof he had (with some help) patched and returned to its original materials and design kept an unseasonable shower out where it belonged.
With a satisfied sigh, he walked towards the front door. His hand caressed the wall, lovingly papered by his own hand, and brushed against the back of a period chair, covered by a dust cloth now.
Before Larry opened the door, he turned back. “It’s not that I don’t love you,” he said to the empty Victorian house. “It’s just time. Time for me to move on. Time for you to have owners who can spare the time to look after you as you deserve.”
He closed his eyes, almost as if listening, then leaned his forehead against the doorpost and smiled. “Thank you.”
Larry locked the door behind him. Placing that key in another man’s hand was the hardest thing he’d had to do in many long years.
I'm glad you think so. It *felt* right. :-)
If *you* like it, I *know* I got Larry right! :-)
Bwa-ha-ha! Flattery will win you points every time. :) But I do think you got him just right. And I've always wanted more about him deciding to give up the house, so it's muchly to my taste.
I've always wanted more about him deciding to give up the house
Me too, which is why this grabbed me. And then once I'd written it, I was amused to note that it almost plays as if Larry relinquished the house (in part) in exchange for Megan...and that amused me.
(Hey, I started writing that Alan post-"In Plain Sight" fic. No promises when it might be done, though.)