Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
Pozn.: Napsáno v rámci drabble meme, v níž jsem žádala o tři slova a na jejich základě něco sesmolila. Teri si přála slůvka: yawn, mittens, Moskva River.
Sometimes, Stéphane almost believed time-travel was possible. Tonight was one of the moments that made him feel like he’d hopped several years back, to when he was younger, happier, less world-weary. 2001, Sofia. His first kiss.
“I wish it would freeze over, so I could skate through the whole city,” Johnny was saying, his mittened hands tight on the railing as he leaned over it, peering into the calm, dark flow of Moskva River beneath. He yawned and turned to Stéphane with a smile and an array of snowflakes on top of his head. “Wouldn’t that be fun?”
It would, Stéphane thought, amused. He reached out and brushed the snow off Johnny’s hair with his thumb, then moved his hand to stroke Johnny’s cheek. He leaned forward, his heart pounding and his lips opening just a bit, but he caught himself when he saw the baffled look on Johnny’s face.
Sometimes, Stéphane almost forgot that he had not, in fact, made that time-hop.