fic, Dark Tower series: stop your frantic fingers (mild Roland/Eddie), PG13

So basically none of my longer things was on my regular computer, I couldn't be bothered to turn on the netbook and so I just figured let's fill some bingo squares.

Title: stop your frantic fingers
Pairing: mild Roland/Eddie, but it's... very platonic.
Rating: PG13 with reservations
Words: 1480
Spoilers: for The Drawing Of The Three, though just the first part of it.
Warnings: look at the prompt I used. So basically, one of them doesn't have two fingers and the other is in heroin withdrawal. There's some phantom limb syndrome going on. Also, second person POV.
Summary: “Man, you lost two damned fingers, not your hat. They’re… fuck, I dunno, a part of you, maybe? You’re allowed to miss them. Hell, you’re even allowed to call them Smith and Wesson and mourn them and come to terms with the fact that they’re in some of these things’ stomachs instead of just touching there. Which, if you forgot, or as you’re ignoring, won’t help you.”.
A/N: for sevvy23 because she had the awesome idea to suggest DT drabbles to fulfill my quota of mini_nanowrimo for today. And I just looked at prompts and this came and idek what it is but I hope it's decent? Using for my kissbingo square body: hands and for my hc_bingo square loss of limb/limb function, which btw is canon, so if you read the books you know what it's about. Title stolen from Nick Cave in a moment of desperation.

( It’s easy to ignore them. The secret is not thinking about it. )

fic, Dark Tower series: stop your frantic fingers (mild Roland/Eddie), PG13

So basically none of my longer things was on my regular computer, I couldn't be bothered to turn on the netbook and so I just figured let's fill some bingo squares.

Title: stop your frantic fingers
Pairing: mild Roland/Eddie, but it's... very platonic.
Rating: PG13 with reservations
Words: 1480
Spoilers: for The Drawing Of The Three, though just the first part of it.
Warnings: look at the prompt I used. So basically, one of them doesn't have two fingers and the other is in heroin withdrawal. There's some phantom limb syndrome going on. Also, second person POV.
Summary: “Man, you lost two damned fingers, not your hat. They’re… fuck, I dunno, a part of you, maybe? You’re allowed to miss them. Hell, you’re even allowed to call them Smith and Wesson and mourn them and come to terms with the fact that they’re in some of these things’ stomachs instead of just touching there. Which, if you forgot, or as you’re ignoring, won’t help you.”.
A/N: for sevvy23 because she had the awesome idea to suggest DT drabbles to fulfill my quota of mini_nanowrimo for today. And I just looked at prompts and this came and idek what it is but I hope it's decent? Using for my kissbingo square body: hands and for my hc_bingo square loss of limb/limb function, which btw is canon, so if you read the books you know what it's about. Title stolen from Nick Cave in a moment of desperation.

( It’s easy to ignore them. The secret is not thinking about it. )