switchbladeeyes

Here is one of the fills I wrote for threesentenceficathon. It got such a lovely response, I decided to share it here first, although I'll be posting more later. 

For the prompt: any, any, "Strange, the way it felt like home – to wander through the dark, alone."


DARK AND LIGHT

The night was a familiar companion, dark and comforting, like the only home he’d ever known, but at the same time empty and cold now that he’d let the only light in his life walk away.

Sleep was elusive as always, fractured by nightmares of the worst times and taunting visions of what might have been, still, the 3:00 am knock at the door was as startling as a gunshot… especially since he felt who was on the other side with every fiber of his being.

When Sonny opened the door, Rico stood there with a bag slung over one shoulder and a sheepish but hopeful expression on his face; underneath that, though, was the echo of the same desperation, loneliness, and love that had swamped Sonny ever since they’d said goodbye… he let the light in.


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