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So, without further ado, onto today's drabble...
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING WORK OF FICTION MAY CONTAIN ADULT THEMES AND LANGUAGE.
It wasn't often Craig was distracted when it came to his music, but he was getting glares from the conductor. Today he just couldn't concentrate. The culprit was sitting opposite and two chairs up; the new flautist. He played so well and Craig's Fae genes just adored that.
Craig didn't even know the other man's name, but one look at those pink lips, blues eyes and floppy brown hair and he was a gonner. He prayed to any gods that would listen that the talented bastard was gay or he was going to be terribly disappointed when the rehearsal finshed.
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