Primeval Drabble: Not Now. Not Yet.
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knitekatTitle: Not Now. Not Yet
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100
Characters: James Lester(/Tom Ryan)
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For P100 prompt 912 – Hanging by a Thread.
A/N2: After today, it had to be this. Angst. Idk.
My composure was hanging by a thread and, for once, I didn’t give a fuck. Captain Ryan was… No, I refused to accept my lover might be dying. I knew soldiering was risky, but I just couldn’t imagine a world without him by my side.
I swallowed, my throat thick as unbidden tears clouded my vision. No, I wouldn’t, I couldn’t break, not when Ryan needed me.
I rose with that thought, feeling a hand tug me back into my seat, squeezing my arm and I felt that thread unravel.
I would not break.
I couldn’t.
Not now.
Not yet.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100
Characters: James Lester(/Tom Ryan)
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For P100 prompt 912 – Hanging by a Thread.
A/N2: After today, it had to be this. Angst. Idk.
My composure was hanging by a thread and, for once, I didn’t give a fuck. Captain Ryan was… No, I refused to accept my lover might be dying. I knew soldiering was risky, but I just couldn’t imagine a world without him by my side.
I swallowed, my throat thick as unbidden tears clouded my vision. No, I wouldn’t, I couldn’t break, not when Ryan needed me.
I rose with that thought, feeling a hand tug me back into my seat, squeezing my arm and I felt that thread unravel.
I would not break.
I couldn’t.
Not now.
Not yet.
