Strictly speaking, I don't think this would qualify as a drabble. It's 200 words long, so I guess it would be either a drablet, or a double-drabble... but I'm not sure what to term it, and this is my journal, after all, so I figure that it's pretty darned okay if I label it as a drabble and whack it away where very few venture... *bwah*ahahahahaha... (*coughs*) Where was I?!? Oh. Yeah. Enjoying my first night off in almost a week. Righty-oh, then; back to the slash and nachos I trundle...


Watching Joe cosy on up to Ned was, Aaron thought as he shifted against the low burning weight of jealous hatred, like observing the snuffling dance of a mare in heat enticing a stallion to mount her. There was nothing obvious about the glances that Joe sent Ned’s way, nor in the laughing comments that passed between them – but Aaron knew.

He knew precisely what his mate were up to; had known all along and hated that it were Ned that Joe had chosen instead of his boyhood pal.

Watching them, Aaron thought with rancour, were like having his teeth pulled – reminded him of the time when his Da had slammed the outhouse door with a string tied to the handle on one end and the other wrapped about his loose milk tooth. The pain had sliced through him with lingering bitterness, and he’d thought he were going to die… but he hadn’t. He’d lived, instead, to grow a few years and lose more teeth the same way, enough for him to compare the agony that each caused him to that which he felt watching Joe touch his hand to Ned’s shoulder.

Enough to remind him that Joe weren’t his…