Drabble: Love 2

[strangetomato]

Prompt: Love
Character: Ripp Grunt
Wordcount: 100
Imagecount: 0
Warnings: spoiler

This is actually sort of funny, because I wrote this without checking the prompt request page, and I thought music_simbol's prompt for Ripp had been love. That prompt was actually for Tank (Ripp's was regret), and it was the very last drabble I wrote. Head, meet desk.

Anyway, I wrote it, so here it is. I realize you'll probably know every event in this chapter by the time it gets here, but at least I'm writing something, right?








He held him, and thought about the body grasped beneath his hands. The skin, muscles, and bones; all the parts that came together to make Johnny Smith.

But Johnny was more than a collection of bones and flesh. He was much more. And his skin was green, but the blood running through his veins was red, just like Ripp’s.

They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.

Ripp felt the dead weight of Johnny’s body. He was holding him up. After all the times Johnny had done the same, now it was Ripp’s turn.

That was love.

Love held you up.





 

Comments

[angy182.livejournal.com]

awesome.