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shadowknight2008-03-02 03:19 am
sl_walker) wrote in shadowknight2008-03-02 03:19 am
Entry tags:
Fic - Traces
Title: Traces
Rating: G
Universe: Home
Timeline: January 26th, 2006
Written: January 26th, 2006
Summary: Short look at the ShadowKnights going back to Westchester; Mike comes home.
He wasn't sure if it really was okay, but he wanted it to be. And for now, that would have to be good enough.
Mike took a shower and changed into his night clothes, barely sparing a glance at his new body line-art before going to make his bed. It was still too quiet in the mansion, but at least it smelled like home. Lorna had been right: He could still smell them. And maybe it would have driven him crazy then, but right now, it just felt safe and warm.
Their rooms had been perfectly undisturbed, and more dust had gathered since he was last at home, but he was just glad to stand in the doorways briefly and breathe. Not for too long, just for a moment. Pick up their scents again... even as a human, he could still pick out enough of them to feel better. Even just those traces smelled real and alive and translated to hope.
He went back to his own room, changed the bedding, put his sword against the nightstand where it belonged. It was still too quiet... but it smelled like home.
He still wasn't okay, but he wanted to be and was trying to be.
For now, that would have to be good enough.
Rating: G
Universe: Home
Timeline: January 26th, 2006
Written: January 26th, 2006
Summary: Short look at the ShadowKnights going back to Westchester; Mike comes home.
He wasn't sure if it really was okay, but he wanted it to be. And for now, that would have to be good enough.
Mike took a shower and changed into his night clothes, barely sparing a glance at his new body line-art before going to make his bed. It was still too quiet in the mansion, but at least it smelled like home. Lorna had been right: He could still smell them. And maybe it would have driven him crazy then, but right now, it just felt safe and warm.
Their rooms had been perfectly undisturbed, and more dust had gathered since he was last at home, but he was just glad to stand in the doorways briefly and breathe. Not for too long, just for a moment. Pick up their scents again... even as a human, he could still pick out enough of them to feel better. Even just those traces smelled real and alive and translated to hope.
He went back to his own room, changed the bedding, put his sword against the nightstand where it belonged. It was still too quiet... but it smelled like home.
He still wasn't okay, but he wanted to be and was trying to be.
For now, that would have to be good enough.