Prompt: #60 Adversary
Word count: 100
Summary: Ian observes the other team.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse. This one was somehow inspired by kljoyce.
The Other Team (#60 Adversary)
Ian watched them flit around Charlie. Young, all of them, their laughs high and sweet. Genusises, all of them, speaking a language Ian could never grasp. Female, mostly, bright skirts, short but flowing in this season's fashion, fell over soft swells of hips that could give the world another generation.
Charlie drove them ahead of him.
Charlie stopped and placed a hand on Ian’s chest and spoke into his ear. “They are not you. They could never have your beauty, your strength, your depth of soul. I could never love even one of them. I could only ever love you.”