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[Oct. 20th, 2006|09:57 pm] |
AUTHOR: Furry_Foreman
PAIRING: House/Wilson
RATING: G
WARNINGS: Implied slash, fursuits
SUMMARY: Foreman recounts the sight that led him to embrace his inner fox.
DISCLAIMER: This is just a drabble.
NOTES: (if any)
Foreman lovingly stroked the soft fur of the fox suit as it hung in his closet, and thought back about how this had come about.
He'd gone to Wilson's office to ask him something - he couldn't remember what now. The question was long forgotten and not important.
What had been important was the fact that Wilson and House were staring deep into each others' eyes and drinking with two straws from the same bottle.
It was funny how you recalled colors...House's blue eyes. Wilson's brown ones. White straws. Pink lemonade.
He'd left quietly, without asking his question. They hadn't noticed.
But inside himself, he felt a great joy, and a sort of permission. If they could be different, he could too.
That night he went home and began working on his very first fursuit. |
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| IT TAKES GUTS TO ADMIT THIS |
[Aug. 3rd, 2006|07:15 pm] |
BUT IT HAS BECOME TOO STRONG FOR ME.
I AM A FURRY.
THE INNER ME IS A FOX. ACCEPT ME, INTERNETS, I BEG OF YOU! |
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