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cupidandpsychoTitle: The Heartbreaking Sound of Silence
Rating: 16
Pairing: Lyle/Lester
Authors Note: The last of the Abby/Lyle-Lester/Lyle drabbles for now. Back to Lyle's POV for this one. This is un-beta'd so any mistakes are mine and mine alone. Lyle belongs to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fredbassett who, I'm sure, is glad he is out of my clutches for awhile.
Authors Note II: To appease anyone looking to poke me with a pitchfork or a sharp elbow, it's the last drabble for tonight. Some angry villagers and my forlorn Lester!Muse refuse to let me leave the boys like this for any longer than that. I do have to sleep, eventually, though so they can deal for at least a day. Or someone else could fixit... *hint, hint*
As he'd thought over all of Lester's possible reactions to his coming admission, Lyle had imagined a sharp comment that cut him to the quick but put him back in his right mind. He'd imagined being yelled at, though, Lester rarely yelled around him in anything other than the throes of ecstasy. He'd even prepared himself for the ridiculous prospect of being hit. Fuck knew he deserved a smack.
As they lay in the dark, Lester's silence was worse than anything Lyle could have imagined.
Silence allowed him to hear the sound his heart made as it broke in two.
Rating: 16
Pairing: Lyle/Lester
Authors Note: The last of the Abby/Lyle-Lester/Lyle drabbles for now. Back to Lyle's POV for this one. This is un-beta'd so any mistakes are mine and mine alone. Lyle belongs to
fredbassett who, I'm sure, is glad he is out of my clutches for awhile. Authors Note II: To appease anyone looking to poke me with a pitchfork or a sharp elbow, it's the last drabble for tonight. Some angry villagers and my forlorn Lester!Muse refuse to let me leave the boys like this for any longer than that. I do have to sleep, eventually, though so they can deal for at least a day. Or someone else could fixit... *hint, hint*
As he'd thought over all of Lester's possible reactions to his coming admission, Lyle had imagined a sharp comment that cut him to the quick but put him back in his right mind. He'd imagined being yelled at, though, Lester rarely yelled around him in anything other than the throes of ecstasy. He'd even prepared himself for the ridiculous prospect of being hit. Fuck knew he deserved a smack.
As they lay in the dark, Lester's silence was worse than anything Lyle could have imagined.
Silence allowed him to hear the sound his heart made as it broke in two.
