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[illgiveyouallofme]

Silverflint DOW

@silverflintdaily | 11.26.19

Week 12: hell, village, dance

“May I have this dance?”

Flint looked up at the hand hovering in his face.

“Silver, what the hell are you doing?” He was drunk, Flint thought. But Silver’s eyes were alight with challenge, not intoxication.

“I thought it obvious. I’m asking you to celebrate our victory.”

“Where the whole village can see,” Flint replied, mind besieged by images of he and Silver together, their bodies pressed close.

Silver bent down, bringing his face into line with Flint’s. His voice dropped low.

“We’re victors, Captain. Conquerors. Creators of a new world order. Who’s going to stop us?”

As Silver led him into the crowd, Flint had but one thought in his mind: Let them fucking try and stop him.

[thefunnylady]

SilverflintDOW: Sept. 17th, 2018: Red, Fault, Drought

James found John in the barn, staring out at the bone-dry field, the setting sun making him a silhouette in the window of the haymow. Bare-chested, with his shirt slung over his shoulder, John and his beautiful skin, looked right at home bathed in that golden glow.

John's smile came as easy as the tip of his hat when he spotted James. “Evenin', Red.”

That nickname on John's lips burned in James' belly like a branding iron.

Later, James'll reason, it really wasn't his fault that his tongue had found that perfect bead of sweat running down John's neck.

They were in a drought, after all.

[mcicioni-blog]

Silverflint drabble of the week, round 2

"I told you more times than I can remember. My past is dead. Buried. Stop asking."

"I'll keep asking till you trust me enough to give me your past. Where you travelled, what you saw, who you met. Who you lied to. Who you were close to. What made you what you were the day we met. What made you leave me in Savannah, and then find me again here."

"Why the fuck do you …?"

"Because now we can afford to be honest with each other. Because now we can talk of the future as well as the past."

[thefunnylady]

Silverflint DOW: Sept. 10th, 2018: Past, Honesty, Travel

John smiled, sadly as he removed the spare key from above the door frame. Honestly, he was glad to know that some things never change.

He found James on the back porch, a bottle in one hand, a broken picture frame in the other. It was the three of them, on holiday. John had that picture in his wallet.

Thomas had loved to travel.

John sat down behind James. He had only a second to wonder if he was an unwelcome shadow from the past before James was wrapped in his arms, the man's back against his chest.

"He's gone."

"I know."

[thefunnylady]

SilverFlint DOW 9/3/18 : Labor, Captive, Tradition

There was never much sound past their labored breathing and the rhythmic creaking of their shared bed. No words.

Discussion and debate was their mode of communication in the day, while desperate mouths and wandering hands spoke for them after dark. It was their tradition.

No daylight between them, indeed.

But, tonight, for the first time, they lay face to face. Sliver did not avert his eyes and Flint held him as though he were precious and breakable.

After, with their bodies still entangled, Flint broke their shared silence.

"You captivate me."

Silver kissed his thank you's into Flints skin until dawn.