Shelter - Fic Prompts
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raynedanserwritesTITLE: Last Words
AUTHOR: Den /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Written for the prompts requested HERE.rdg64 asked for a "Glimpse at before: Shaun moving out on his ex?" I managed to sneak out 184 words. ;-)
SPOILERS: Not really.
You can find the rest of my Shelter goodies Right Here
Shaun glanced around the studio apartment, then reluctantly back at the last of the boxes on the floor by his feet. Three years spent with Steven and it was reduced to this. Five boxes. Four already in the car, one more to go. He still had a few things left to get, but at this point, the sooner he was gone, the better.
“I'll send for the rest,” Shaun said finally.
Steven looked up from where he leaned against the wall opposite him. “Shaun, are you sure? It doesn't have to be this way,” he tried again.
Shaun lifted the box to take down to his car, suddenly grateful for the wagon. “Steven. You're the one that's not sure. I can't wait forever while you try to make up your mind.” He balanced the box on his hip and nudged the door open.
“I'm sorry, Shaun,” Steven said quietly.
Shaun juggled the box onto one arm and reached back for the door knob. He took one last look at Steven. “Yeah, me too,” he said quietly as he pulled the door closed behind him.
AUTHOR: Den /
raynedanserRATING: PG
SUMMARY: Written for the prompts requested HERE.
rdg64 asked for a "Glimpse at before: Shaun moving out on his ex?" I managed to sneak out 184 words. ;-)SPOILERS: Not really.
You can find the rest of my Shelter goodies Right Here
Shaun glanced around the studio apartment, then reluctantly back at the last of the boxes on the floor by his feet. Three years spent with Steven and it was reduced to this. Five boxes. Four already in the car, one more to go. He still had a few things left to get, but at this point, the sooner he was gone, the better.
“I'll send for the rest,” Shaun said finally.
Steven looked up from where he leaned against the wall opposite him. “Shaun, are you sure? It doesn't have to be this way,” he tried again.
Shaun lifted the box to take down to his car, suddenly grateful for the wagon. “Steven. You're the one that's not sure. I can't wait forever while you try to make up your mind.” He balanced the box on his hip and nudged the door open.
“I'm sorry, Shaun,” Steven said quietly.
Shaun juggled the box onto one arm and reached back for the door knob. He took one last look at Steven. “Yeah, me too,” he said quietly as he pulled the door closed behind him.
