LoM Drabble: Boiling Point
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kat_lair***
Title: Boiling Point
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Life of Mars (UK)
Character: Sam Tyler
Tags: Drabble, Summer, Hot Weather
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Summary: Something will boil over soon.
Author notes: Brace yourselves, 14 drabbles in 14 different fandoms coming your way over the next 14 days. But you knew I was asnake multifandom bitch when you took me in subscribed so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Prompt = title
Boiling Point on AO3
Everything is sticky. The cheap polyester of Sam’s shirt is glued to the sweat-slick skin of his back, lowering himself onto the fake leather of the car seat feels like sitting on a plastic slide. The steering wheel burns against his palms, growing slippery within seconds.
Inside the station, the aircon makes a lot of noise, breathing out heat and dust. Inside his flat, Sam watches dirty wallpaper shrivel and peel, flaking off like rotten flesh. Everything swelters, fumes, simmers.
Something will boil over soon, melt into liquid dreams, vaporise into nothing.
Could be the city. Could be Sam himself.
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Title: Boiling Point
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: Life of Mars (UK)
Character: Sam Tyler
Tags: Drabble, Summer, Hot Weather
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Summary: Something will boil over soon.
Author notes: Brace yourselves, 14 drabbles in 14 different fandoms coming your way over the next 14 days. But you knew I was a
Boiling Point on AO3
Everything is sticky. The cheap polyester of Sam’s shirt is glued to the sweat-slick skin of his back, lowering himself onto the fake leather of the car seat feels like sitting on a plastic slide. The steering wheel burns against his palms, growing slippery within seconds.
Inside the station, the aircon makes a lot of noise, breathing out heat and dust. Inside his flat, Sam watches dirty wallpaper shrivel and peel, flaking off like rotten flesh. Everything swelters, fumes, simmers.
Something will boil over soon, melt into liquid dreams, vaporise into nothing.
Could be the city. Could be Sam himself.
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