Drabble Cascade #47 - 'crazy' : Crazy Love
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charisstomaFB3X Drabble Cascade #47 - Crazy
Title: Crazy Love (PG, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
It's February, a time of cold and love. One does seem to lend aid to the other or perhaps the correct term is making love but first you have to set the scene.
An obsessive compulsive had stacked the wood in the inglenook. Every piece of wood was exactly placed and each fagot of kindling was identical to the others. Henry sighed then a sparkle came to his eye and he grinned.
It was like a game of stacked wood blocks, which ones could be removed without bringing down the whole thing. Care had to be taken and yet there was the time factor involved because Scott could come back in the middle of things. All hell would descend upon him if he didn’t get this done before then.
The pattern had looked good, he smiled later in the cozy warm bed. The results certainly had paid off.
Looking towards the inglenook he smiled, a very good idea. It was going to drive Scott crazy to maintain the pattern of the emptied holes as the wood was used up but he’d do it. It was February after all, not that certain sentiments couldn’t be expressed any old time of year. He’d need to think of something else when firewood was no longer required.
Of course, Scott being the village’s blacksmith, a beautiful heart shaped wrought iron firewood rack appeared as if by magic.
Title: Crazy Love (PG, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
It's February, a time of cold and love. One does seem to lend aid to the other or perhaps the correct term is making love but first you have to set the scene.
An obsessive compulsive had stacked the wood in the inglenook. Every piece of wood was exactly placed and each fagot of kindling was identical to the others. Henry sighed then a sparkle came to his eye and he grinned.
It was like a game of stacked wood blocks, which ones could be removed without bringing down the whole thing. Care had to be taken and yet there was the time factor involved because Scott could come back in the middle of things. All hell would descend upon him if he didn’t get this done before then.
The pattern had looked good, he smiled later in the cozy warm bed. The results certainly had paid off.
Looking towards the inglenook he smiled, a very good idea. It was going to drive Scott crazy to maintain the pattern of the emptied holes as the wood was used up but he’d do it. It was February after all, not that certain sentiments couldn’t be expressed any old time of year. He’d need to think of something else when firewood was no longer required.
Of course, Scott being the village’s blacksmith, a beautiful heart shaped wrought iron firewood rack appeared as if by magic.
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Date: 2014-02-04 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-04 11:25 pm (UTC)People who work in a Library are I think by nature obsessive compulsive to a larger degree than most of the populous. *grins* Accountants might be worse.
To survive we must have learned adaptive behaviors or like vampires with rice spilled on the floor we'll be there correcting things until we are smoldering. Scott is smart.
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Date: 2014-02-05 01:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-05 03:56 am (UTC)The Drabble Cascade prompt was "crazy" but the word of the day was "inglenook". They clicked into place like two puzzle pieces or an orderly stack of wood in an inglenook.
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Date: 2014-02-05 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-06 04:10 am (UTC)*grins* And here as I wrote it, I was thinking that Scott was the crazy one, being obsessive-compulsive, and Henry the love who liked to tease him. Your idea has more merit. Perhaps Scott isn't obsessive-compulsive but just orderly, would think that someone who was a blacksmith might need that, and Henry was the one prone to those wild moments of whimsical loving teasing.
My work requires that I be obsessive-compulsive, libraries tend to need that sort of thing to work correctly, but that doesn't carry over into my normal life. The homelife result is chaos and *coughs* whimsical moments of artistic, writing's artistic yes?, expression. If I plan something it doesn't work out well but if I fly with the muses then sometimes good things happen. *cringes* that makes me more like Henry.
*gets off the couch* If this has been a psych session, I have no money. If this is an interview, please submit it to my secretary for review before it goes out in print. *GRINS*
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Date: 2014-02-09 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-09 11:13 pm (UTC)Do you notice that these are happening not on the weekends when they might be eligible for Snuggles. *SIGHS*
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Date: 2014-02-10 05:39 pm (UTC)