reddwarfslash | Drabbles (G)

Two little angst drabbles. I've been so busy the last week I haven't had time to write anything, and I've missed it. I hope to catch up very soon.

Angst Drabbles: "H" and "Failure"
100 words each
Lister/Rimmer preslash
Notes: Sorry if they're downers. Guess that's just where my mind is at today.

“H”

Of all the letters in the alphabet, one was most laden with meaning. True, many others had their share of insinuations. “S” bent like a soft smile suggesting sex. “L” was stretched and firm, like a tongue licking, reaching, caressing. “R” was familiar, equal parts gentle and sharp. “A” was pointedly forced and out-of-place. “P” was an uncharacteristic entreaty, ready to topple under its own weight.

“H” was a sturdy reminder, an ode to mortality. A perfectly-crafted frame, holding up the heavens from the common ground. Maintaining equilibrium, for the sake of order. Refusing to bend to chaos. Unable to.

Failure

Rimmer doubted his roommate was ever fully sober, unless by accident while he slept. He listened to the snoring in the bunk above and considered how Lister had clambered up there in such an advanced stage of inebriation. Empty lager cans littered the table in the center of the darkened room, a few on the floor.

It wasn’t the sort of thing he could make fun of. He understood why the last human alive would turn to drink. It was a difficult fate to accept.

He sighed and felt the familiar pang of failure. Keeping Lister sane was too hard.