Our Flag Means Death - Duet
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100wordsTitle: Duet
Fandom: Our Flag Means Death
Rating: Teen (indirect sexual references)
Notes: Frenchie/Izzy Hands. Written for Prompt #295: Shakespeare X - "If music be the food of love, play on."
It feels like...you know. The thing where you meet a fellow in an empty room late at night.
And it is, but it isn't.
Jam room's for jamming. With whoever's there. Even a right dick in a hammock who growls at you to fuck off, but who'll listen, really listen, if you sit and play. Who'll sigh. Who'll sing a little, always the saddest words to any tune you know, all soft-like and so handsome you can hardly bear it.
Fingertips on tense strings, moving slow and careful. A warm, rasping note that holds.
It isn’t, but...it is.
Fandom: Our Flag Means Death
Rating: Teen (indirect sexual references)
Notes: Frenchie/Izzy Hands. Written for Prompt #295: Shakespeare X - "If music be the food of love, play on."
It feels like...you know. The thing where you meet a fellow in an empty room late at night.
And it is, but it isn't.
Jam room's for jamming. With whoever's there. Even a right dick in a hammock who growls at you to fuck off, but who'll listen, really listen, if you sit and play. Who'll sigh. Who'll sing a little, always the saddest words to any tune you know, all soft-like and so handsome you can hardly bear it.
Fingertips on tense strings, moving slow and careful. A warm, rasping note that holds.
It isn’t, but...it is.
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