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elrhiarhodanTitle: The Cold, Empty Pulse of Night - Part 2 / ?
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke
Prompt #077 - Heart
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 – Exactly
Summary: Peter Can’t Sleep.
Beta Credit:coffeethyme4me
Part One
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I’m losing him.
Peter stared at the bedroom ceiling. It was three AM, another in a series of sleepless nights, and all he could think about was Neal. How he was fading away. Peter wondered how long it would be until Neal simply wasn’t there anymore.
His friend and erstwhile partner was still brilliant, there was rarely a case he touched that they couldn’t solve. But there was something missing. That vital spark that made Neal Caffrey so present in the world.
Colleagues like to joke about the overly-refined tastes and demeanor of his CI, but they never looked beyond the vintage suits, the artistic talent, or the polished surfaces Neal presented to the world. They didn’t know about dedication it took to maintain that appearance, the raw intelligence that could be channeled into almost any discipline. Very few people understood the effort it took to be Neal Caffrey.
Peter got up; the anxiety driving him out of his bed. Not that sitting on the couch in near-darkness was any better. He held the picture that El had taken of the two of them, the one that disturbed Kramer so much. He rubbed his thumb over Neal’s face, imagining that he could feel the roughness of his beard. A moment of closeness frozen in time.
For a long time, there hadn’t been much closeness. A moment here, a moment there. It never was like it used to be. And now, it looked like it never could be again.
Neal was going someplace. Not physically, though. He’d have to wear that shackle for a few more years. No, Neal’s absence was that of the spirit – the essence that which made him Neal Caffrey – which was slipping away.
And Peter was terrified. He was losing Neal and didn’t know how to stop it.
To Be Continued
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke
Prompt #077 - Heart
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 – Exactly
Summary: Peter Can’t Sleep.
Beta Credit:
coffeethyme4mePart One
I’m losing him.
Peter stared at the bedroom ceiling. It was three AM, another in a series of sleepless nights, and all he could think about was Neal. How he was fading away. Peter wondered how long it would be until Neal simply wasn’t there anymore.
His friend and erstwhile partner was still brilliant, there was rarely a case he touched that they couldn’t solve. But there was something missing. That vital spark that made Neal Caffrey so present in the world.
Colleagues like to joke about the overly-refined tastes and demeanor of his CI, but they never looked beyond the vintage suits, the artistic talent, or the polished surfaces Neal presented to the world. They didn’t know about dedication it took to maintain that appearance, the raw intelligence that could be channeled into almost any discipline. Very few people understood the effort it took to be Neal Caffrey.
Peter got up; the anxiety driving him out of his bed. Not that sitting on the couch in near-darkness was any better. He held the picture that El had taken of the two of them, the one that disturbed Kramer so much. He rubbed his thumb over Neal’s face, imagining that he could feel the roughness of his beard. A moment of closeness frozen in time.
For a long time, there hadn’t been much closeness. A moment here, a moment there. It never was like it used to be. And now, it looked like it never could be again.
Neal was going someplace. Not physically, though. He’d have to wear that shackle for a few more years. No, Neal’s absence was that of the spirit – the essence that which made him Neal Caffrey – which was slipping away.
And Peter was terrified. He was losing Neal and didn’t know how to stop it.
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Date: 2012-04-20 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-23 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-23 04:03 pm (UTC)So, thank you again.
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Date: 2012-04-23 04:07 pm (UTC)That makes me so happy!!!
So does the word 'suckvoice'. Would you define that as writing a story in which the voice of narration sucks or that voice in your head while you're writing that tells you that the story sucks?
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Date: 2012-04-23 04:13 pm (UTC)When I started this, that voice was all I could hear.
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Date: 2012-04-23 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-23 12:24 pm (UTC)Yes - I love writing in 300 word bites - it seems to be a sweet spot for me.
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Date: 2012-04-21 12:29 am (UTC)(More please--quick!)
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Date: 2012-04-23 12:25 pm (UTC)And thank you!
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Date: 2012-04-21 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-23 12:25 pm (UTC)And thank you!
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Date: 2012-04-23 12:27 pm (UTC)I love the description - "Peter's good heart" and may just need to borrow it for this series.
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Date: 2012-04-23 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-23 12:27 pm (UTC)Thank you.