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So, V and Melle asked for sappy drabbles, and I, for all intents and purposes, went nuts. Apparently this is my definition of "sappy".

Lovely
by Hetre Z

Kenny dies, over and over again, like a flashlight clicking on and off. One second he's smiling and warbling through his parka hood, the next second tiny rubies line his neck where the razorwire bit in.

Kyle thinks, sometimes, that closed eyes are the loveliest thing he's ever seen.

Of course, he doesn't say the word "lovely". That's for girls, like smiles and hearts and candy flowers, fucking mushy stuff and he doesn't want to be like that. It's too damn girly, thinking if someone looks nice that it's worth any pain you could get, any number of deaths and Kenny's mother known by her first name down at the morgue. It's too fucking sappy to think Kenny's nice to look at like that. He won't think something so stupid, even though cold skin at the base of Kenny's throat and eyes going flat gray twists Kyle's heart so he can't even speak.

Kenny dies, again and again, and Kyle opens his eyes as wide as possible to take it all in. He watches Kenny just stop, all of him, ready to pop up again like a daisy or his mom's toaster in a few days.

Kyle doesn't wish he could pop like daisies, because it's too damn mushy; but he thinks sometimes that it's the loveliest thing he'll ever see.