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discoveredinaljA Stirring of Glitter
by The Hag
"Bloody Pollux knocked them down again," Bodie complained.
"Time we cleared them out, anyway." Doyle contemplated the stack of greeting cards he'd retrieved from the floor. "Do you want your cousin ones?"
"Humorous kangaroos and robins and Santa on the beach. Always the same. Bin them. Are we still keeping that last one from Cowley? Been three years now."
"I like it." Doyle set that one aside, an excellent reproduction of Leonardo's Annunciation, then added several undistinguished cards from his own family to the rejects. "The grandkids?"
They contemplated a painstaking creation comprising half a dozen golden unicorn stickers pulling a too-large Santa sleigh against an elaborately crayoned background of snow-covered mountains framed by an immense rainbow, carefully inscribed in two different hands "Love to Great Uncle Ray and Bodie from Sally and Liam." An inordinate amount of glitter was suddenly leaking from the bottom edge of the imperfectly sealed protective folder. "Damn! No, get off, Pollux! Grab him, will you!"
"Twinkling turds any minute," Bodie prophesied. "Hope Janice was right about it being safe. You'd better get Castor before he tries to scoff the rest. Must be tuna flavoured. Shove 'em in the bathroom till we get it hoovered up. Why the hell we ever got lumbered... "
"Your idea, don't forget."
"Oh, right. Nothing to do with Margaret blathering on about how they must be missing poor dear Uncle George and you doing maudlin sniffles over the rescue site every half hour. Twisted round all those fingers, worse than arthritis. Bet the Old Man's been laughing himself silly from the other side."
"Lumbered us with each other, too, don't forget."
"Yeah, well. Joke was on him there."
"Worth the cats?" Doyle suggested.
"Trying to get me saying something sentimental?"
"Wouldn't dream of it."
With an exchange of affectionate grins they started the urgent tasks of cat wrangling and de-glittering, working happily with the easy partnership of long, loving years.
Title: A Stirring of Glitter
Author: The Hag
Slash: Older Lads B/D (plus cats)
Archive: Yes
Disclaimer: The usual just borrowing
by The Hag
"Bloody Pollux knocked them down again," Bodie complained.
"Time we cleared them out, anyway." Doyle contemplated the stack of greeting cards he'd retrieved from the floor. "Do you want your cousin ones?"
"Humorous kangaroos and robins and Santa on the beach. Always the same. Bin them. Are we still keeping that last one from Cowley? Been three years now."
"I like it." Doyle set that one aside, an excellent reproduction of Leonardo's Annunciation, then added several undistinguished cards from his own family to the rejects. "The grandkids?"
They contemplated a painstaking creation comprising half a dozen golden unicorn stickers pulling a too-large Santa sleigh against an elaborately crayoned background of snow-covered mountains framed by an immense rainbow, carefully inscribed in two different hands "Love to Great Uncle Ray and Bodie from Sally and Liam." An inordinate amount of glitter was suddenly leaking from the bottom edge of the imperfectly sealed protective folder. "Damn! No, get off, Pollux! Grab him, will you!"
"Twinkling turds any minute," Bodie prophesied. "Hope Janice was right about it being safe. You'd better get Castor before he tries to scoff the rest. Must be tuna flavoured. Shove 'em in the bathroom till we get it hoovered up. Why the hell we ever got lumbered... "
"Your idea, don't forget."
"Oh, right. Nothing to do with Margaret blathering on about how they must be missing poor dear Uncle George and you doing maudlin sniffles over the rescue site every half hour. Twisted round all those fingers, worse than arthritis. Bet the Old Man's been laughing himself silly from the other side."
"Lumbered us with each other, too, don't forget."
"Yeah, well. Joke was on him there."
"Worth the cats?" Doyle suggested.
"Trying to get me saying something sentimental?"
"Wouldn't dream of it."
With an exchange of affectionate grins they started the urgent tasks of cat wrangling and de-glittering, working happily with the easy partnership of long, loving years.
Title: A Stirring of Glitter
Author: The Hag
Slash: Older Lads B/D (plus cats)
Archive: Yes
Disclaimer: The usual just borrowing
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Date: 2021-01-04 10:08 pm (UTC)Mind you, now I shall have nightmares of cats and glitter. Fortunately, none of my cards this year qualified, but... (Also, hey, no tree climbing at my house! Miles' brother climbed my niece's mother's tree, but Miles just liked bashing into the ornaments at full speed, with Ella behind.)
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Date: 2021-01-05 11:01 am (UTC)"Humorous kangaroos and robins and Santa on the beach. Always the same..." Sounds as though you speak from experience *g*
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Date: 2021-01-05 12:49 pm (UTC)Happy New Year!
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