The Eye of the Beholder. SLASH ~ G
Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:22 am
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot is my property. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Characters: Mick; Josef.
Rating: G
A/N: Please note this story is Slash – absolutely nothing graphic, but if you are likely to be offended, please don’t read it.
This drabble was written for two of my favourite people, so I hope they (1) realise and (2) enjoy it.
The Eye of the Beholder.
Live long enough and you’ll bear witness to bizarre changes in aesthetic standards. Yet some works of art defy the fickleness of human nature.
Rodin. Caravaggio. Michelangelo. All created works of timeless beauty. Yet even their masterpieces could never compete with the magnificence of the man in front of me.
His brows knitted together as he walked around the pool table. He casually brushed his hair back with a gesture of such unselfconscious elegance that my breath caught.
He stretched across the table and his Henley pulled tight across muscular shoulders.
A perfect shot.
A crooked smile.
“Your turn, Josef.”
***
Characters: Mick; Josef.
Rating: G
A/N: Please note this story is Slash – absolutely nothing graphic, but if you are likely to be offended, please don’t read it.
This drabble was written for two of my favourite people, so I hope they (1) realise and (2) enjoy it.
The Eye of the Beholder.
Live long enough and you’ll bear witness to bizarre changes in aesthetic standards. Yet some works of art defy the fickleness of human nature.
Rodin. Caravaggio. Michelangelo. All created works of timeless beauty. Yet even their masterpieces could never compete with the magnificence of the man in front of me.
His brows knitted together as he walked around the pool table. He casually brushed his hair back with a gesture of such unselfconscious elegance that my breath caught.
He stretched across the table and his Henley pulled tight across muscular shoulders.
A perfect shot.
A crooked smile.
“Your turn, Josef.”
***