Ink and Paper, White Collar, G
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veronicasleepsTitle: Ink and Paper
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veronicasleeps
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: (Neal)/Peter/Elizabeth
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Neal is a free man now; he decides to see the world.
Notes: As always, I appreciate Feedback. (I almost forgot I had written this what with the awesome fun I've been having atelrhiarhodans Promptfest. )
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Elizabeth wakes up, and she’s alone in the bed. The covers around her are rumpled but the mattress on her right side isn’t warm anymore, and the cushion looks almost unused.
She sits up and just stays like that for a moment.
Then, with a small sigh, she gets herself ready and goes downstairs.
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“Neal is still gone.” There’s no inflection in Peter’s words, they’re empty and flat, but Elizabeth is used to that by now.
Neal has been a free man for three weeks now, and everyday Peter eats less and sleeps almost never.
Elizabeth puts a glass of juice in front of him and presses a soft kiss against her husbands hair.
“I know.” she says. Not: “He will come back.”
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There’s is a package in the mail on the fifty-fith day of Neal’s freedom (Elizabeth uses the calender in the kitchen to cross out the days; it makes it feel more real, painfully so, but it also kind of helps).
When she opens it, a small leather bound book sits innocently in the crinkling mass of bubble foil and wrapping paper.
A rough sketch of Kate is on the second page, and after that is one of Mozzie.
Elizabeth thumbs through the sketch book, turns page after page filled with inky lines; she sees the world through Neal's eyes, and it’s beautiful, even though it hurts.
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When Peter comes home from work, Elizabeth sits on the couch, the little book opened to its last page.
Outlined in black is Neal, curled up between them in bed with a content expression on his face.
Elizabeth cradles the sketch book in her hands as if it’s Neal’s heart - all of him laid bare in Ink and Paper.
It’s a promise, she knows.
“He’ll come back.”
They share a smile.
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Author:
veronicasleepsRating: G
Characters/Pairings: (Neal)/Peter/Elizabeth
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Neal is a free man now; he decides to see the world.
Notes: As always, I appreciate Feedback. (I almost forgot I had written this what with the awesome fun I've been having at
elrhiarhodans Promptfest. )+
Elizabeth wakes up, and she’s alone in the bed. The covers around her are rumpled but the mattress on her right side isn’t warm anymore, and the cushion looks almost unused.
She sits up and just stays like that for a moment.
Then, with a small sigh, she gets herself ready and goes downstairs.
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“Neal is still gone.” There’s no inflection in Peter’s words, they’re empty and flat, but Elizabeth is used to that by now.
Neal has been a free man for three weeks now, and everyday Peter eats less and sleeps almost never.
Elizabeth puts a glass of juice in front of him and presses a soft kiss against her husbands hair.
“I know.” she says. Not: “He will come back.”
+
There’s is a package in the mail on the fifty-fith day of Neal’s freedom (Elizabeth uses the calender in the kitchen to cross out the days; it makes it feel more real, painfully so, but it also kind of helps).
When she opens it, a small leather bound book sits innocently in the crinkling mass of bubble foil and wrapping paper.
A rough sketch of Kate is on the second page, and after that is one of Mozzie.
Elizabeth thumbs through the sketch book, turns page after page filled with inky lines; she sees the world through Neal's eyes, and it’s beautiful, even though it hurts.
+
When Peter comes home from work, Elizabeth sits on the couch, the little book opened to its last page.
Outlined in black is Neal, curled up between them in bed with a content expression on his face.
Elizabeth cradles the sketch book in her hands as if it’s Neal’s heart - all of him laid bare in Ink and Paper.
It’s a promise, she knows.
“He’ll come back.”
They share a smile.
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