Challenge: 116: Silver at drabble_weekly.
Spoilers/Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee takes a walk late on a cold winter’s night.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
It’s cold out, the chill of winter hanging in the air. On the sidewalks and the roofs of parked cars, frost shines silver in the moonlight. The sky is clear, cloudless, but the lights of the city drown out the stars. If Dee squints he thinks he can just make out a few of the closest and brightest, but it’s probably his imagination.
It’s a bad idea to stare at the sky while walking anyway; too much chance of walking into something, or someone, even at this time of night. There’s a reason New York’s known as the city that never sleeps.
Dee drags his attention to where it should be and keeps walking, unhurried. His breath steams in front of him, reminding him of clouds of cigarette smoke and for a moment he misses the familiar taste, but then it’s gone. He gave up months ago and while sense memory might tell him he wants a smoke, he doesn’t need one. The old craving is gone; he doesn’t remember when that happened.
A slight tug on the leash brings him back to himself and he smiles down at the small dog in its warm red coat.
“Let’s go home.”