First post, including a sketch
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I'm not the best at writing, but I really /had/ to. Just a drabble and some art, vaguely based of the mid-ending of Uncharted 2.
Title: Feel Good Drag
Summary: Harry waits, hand shaking, heavy with his end.
Author: isa_alorah
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 133
Character(s): Harry Flynn, Zoran Lazarevic
Pairing(s): none, implied Zoran/Harry
Spoilers/Warnings: spoilers for Harry Flynn
There’s a fresh sting on his cheek, reflexes moving his chin away when he realized the blade was on him, navel to neck. His shirt is hanging off his shoulders, now, red at the tips, and he realizes he’s been cut.
Harry fumbles for his pistol, but the large tyrant has already kicked him, gut quivering with pain, and legs pulling him to the stone below them.
He hangs his head, but Lazarevic doesn’t give him that small comfort; fist in his hair now, dragging him up.
“Useless.”
He is spat at, but it’s already over.
It had been over long before it began, but it was over today.

Harry tugs the zipper of his jacket up further now, stinging against the tapered end of red and waits, hand shaking, heavy with his end.
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Title: Feel Good Drag
Summary: Harry waits, hand shaking, heavy with his end.
Author: isa_alorah
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 133
Character(s): Harry Flynn, Zoran Lazarevic
Pairing(s): none, implied Zoran/Harry
Spoilers/Warnings: spoilers for Harry Flynn
There’s a fresh sting on his cheek, reflexes moving his chin away when he realized the blade was on him, navel to neck. His shirt is hanging off his shoulders, now, red at the tips, and he realizes he’s been cut.
Harry fumbles for his pistol, but the large tyrant has already kicked him, gut quivering with pain, and legs pulling him to the stone below them.
He hangs his head, but Lazarevic doesn’t give him that small comfort; fist in his hair now, dragging him up.
“Useless.”
He is spat at, but it’s already over.
It had been over long before it began, but it was over today.

Harry tugs the zipper of his jacket up further now, stinging against the tapered end of red and waits, hand shaking, heavy with his end.
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Date: 2010-04-09 09:38 am (UTC)