Drabble - Metaphors
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Title: Metaphors
Author:
rainbow1907
Fandom: Queer As Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 513
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, no copyright infringement intended, just playing with the boys...
Beta: Many thanks to my wonderful beta
buckeye5 !!! Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Author's Note: Written for the July 2011 challenge at
drabblechalleng.
Feedback: Yes, please! Rena
Prompt:
Metaphors
“You know… you’re like an onion,” Justin remarked casually during their dinner preparations.
“Food metaphors again, Sunshine?” Brian snarked sharper than intended, his hackles rising at being compared to a smelly vegetable that, for whatever mysterious reasons, had to be put in copious quantities into the French gratin thingy the twat had decided they should have for dinner tonight.
Totally unruffled, Justin continued. “Yes. You peel back layers and layers and there are always more. You’re the most complex person ever.”
He smiled, his voice soft. "One day, you’ll know that you don’t need to wear any masks around me."

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Author:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: Queer As Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 513
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, no copyright infringement intended, just playing with the boys...
Beta: Many thanks to my wonderful beta
![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Author's Note: Written for the July 2011 challenge at
![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Feedback: Yes, please! Rena
Prompt:

Metaphors
“You know… you’re like an onion,” Justin remarked casually during their dinner preparations.
“Food metaphors again, Sunshine?” Brian snarked sharper than intended, his hackles rising at being compared to a smelly vegetable that, for whatever mysterious reasons, had to be put in copious quantities into the French gratin thingy the twat had decided they should have for dinner tonight.
Totally unruffled, Justin continued. “Yes. You peel back layers and layers and there are always more. You’re the most complex person ever.”
He smiled, his voice soft. "One day, you’ll know that you don’t need to wear any masks around me."

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