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Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: A man stands in Huntercombe Lane. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
drabbles100.
The smell of cooking hangs in the air outside. A man stands in the lane. He's not old, and not young. Ageless. His round face and plain, straight brown hair in an unfashionable cut suggest awkward early-twenties, and yet in his eyes there's something ancient, something sad. He lifts his head a little, smelling the cooking, and smiles, wistfully. The house is a big one: made to hold a whole tribe of children. The current occupants seem almost to rattle around inside it.
He watches for a moment longer, and then quickly turns away. Only a moment later, he's gone.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: A man stands in Huntercombe Lane. For
drabbles100.The smell of cooking hangs in the air outside. A man stands in the lane. He's not old, and not young. Ageless. His round face and plain, straight brown hair in an unfashionable cut suggest awkward early-twenties, and yet in his eyes there's something ancient, something sad. He lifts his head a little, smelling the cooking, and smiles, wistfully. The house is a big one: made to hold a whole tribe of children. The current occupants seem almost to rattle around inside it.
He watches for a moment longer, and then quickly turns away. Only a moment later, he's gone.