Title: Beautiful
Author: Dorku no Renkinjutsushi
Rating: PG? if even that
Warnings: Slash. Um, angst? And spoilers for 3rd movie, too.
Pairing/Those Involved: HarryPeter if you blink and hop on one foot
Disclaimer: I own them. No, seriously. Just like I own Xmen, Fantastic Four, and Silver Surfer. My name's Stan Lee. Really.
Summary: I lean forward and close my best friend's eyes, his head lying in my boyfriend's lap.
Peter sits there, stroking Harry's sweaty face gently, ignoring the sun which has now topped most of the buildings across the skyline. Tears keep slipping down his face from those impossibly-blue eyes, trickling down his now-uncovered face to fall off his chin. From there, they land on Harry's quickly-cooling skin.
Swallowing thickly, I turn away from them.
A rough sob from Peter makes me turn back around, though, no matter how much I do not want to see this. "Peter…?" I ask softly.
"He…he's afraid of dying alone," Peter chokes, clutching Harry's still form to his chest. "He's always been afraid he'll die…al-al-alone and…and u-u-ugl-ly…"
As he speaks, he gently feathers a hand down the scarred flesh that is all that is left of half of Harry Osborn's once gorgeous face. I know he feels guilty, blames himself for all of this. In all honesty, part of me wants to blame him for all of this, as well.
He's sobbing now. The tears are falling onto Harry's cheeks, and as they start their slow, inexorable slide down his face, it looks, for a moment, as if he is crying for himself, too.
I can feel my heart breaking within my chest as I lean forward and close my best friend's eyes, his head lying in my boyfriend's lap. Watching Peter lean forward and kiss his forehead, still sobbing silently, I swallow a thrill of jealousy.
I will not envy a dead man, nor deny him what scant comfort can be offered.
"Goodbye," I whisper to him. "Goodbye."
And in the end, Harry Osborn died loved.
In the end, he died beautiful.