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May. 4th, 2008
Drabble #33
May. 4th, 2008 11:43 pmHe had come back a changed man. Almost like a completely new person. The face was the same. Even the way he moved and talked, but the eyes were hollows and the mouth was grim. Blake welcomed his Lieutenant back with -figuratively- open arms, but it didn't seem like the feeling was mutual.
The blonde was polite, of course. Polite to a fault. The kind of politeness you give to someone you despised and just wanted to be rid of as soon as possible. Despite this, everything seemed to go back to normal the next day. The men [and women] were happy to see him and the cold facade seemed to melt. Old faces were keen to catch him up on all the happenings and the new were interested in figuring out the appeal of a man they had never seen but heard plenty about.
Blake simply stepped back. This first day was important. Business as usual would be for tomorrow. His replacement lieutenant was not too far away, and there was a certain amount of bitterness to be had. It had been a year since Blaine had left, and he had come back into his place without so much as a hitch. He would have assured Laurent that things weren't really going to change, but the information was confidential. It would have been done long ago, the splitting of the Blacks into two different units, but Blaine had left, and they couldn't start a new colored squad without a captain.
The relaxed laugh of his former lieutenant echoed as he was regaled with stories. It felt nice to have everything back to normal. It was a brief second when their eyes met, and he was given the familiar smile before the contact was broken. His lip had twitched towards a smile when he heard movement beside him. He looked in time to see the back of Laurent's foot move out the door. He closed his eyes for a moment, debating, before pushing from the wall and moving to follow.
He missed the eyes that came up to smile at him. Missed how they turned a little cold. He never knew how much he would regret not staying by Blaine's side that one time...
The blonde was polite, of course. Polite to a fault. The kind of politeness you give to someone you despised and just wanted to be rid of as soon as possible. Despite this, everything seemed to go back to normal the next day. The men [and women] were happy to see him and the cold facade seemed to melt. Old faces were keen to catch him up on all the happenings and the new were interested in figuring out the appeal of a man they had never seen but heard plenty about.
Blake simply stepped back. This first day was important. Business as usual would be for tomorrow. His replacement lieutenant was not too far away, and there was a certain amount of bitterness to be had. It had been a year since Blaine had left, and he had come back into his place without so much as a hitch. He would have assured Laurent that things weren't really going to change, but the information was confidential. It would have been done long ago, the splitting of the Blacks into two different units, but Blaine had left, and they couldn't start a new colored squad without a captain.
The relaxed laugh of his former lieutenant echoed as he was regaled with stories. It felt nice to have everything back to normal. It was a brief second when their eyes met, and he was given the familiar smile before the contact was broken. His lip had twitched towards a smile when he heard movement beside him. He looked in time to see the back of Laurent's foot move out the door. He closed his eyes for a moment, debating, before pushing from the wall and moving to follow.
He missed the eyes that came up to smile at him. Missed how they turned a little cold. He never knew how much he would regret not staying by Blaine's side that one time...
