This was written for my own anniversary. Which, due to certain circumstances beyond the control of either of us, was missed. But it was just the 6 month, I'll make sure our 1 year is doubly special.
This is also my 60th posted fic, yay for me
Christophe leaned against the side of his cell, looking out through the bars on the window at the clear blue sky. The evening was fast approaching and the sky was a deep shade of sapphire, the same color as Gregory's eyes. He smiled sadly and wrapped his hands around two of the bars, looking up into a sun as golden as his lover's silky hair.
How could he have been so stupid?
He sighed and sat back down, unable to face these reminders of what he was missing. He didn't want to remember that today was their anniversary or that he had done something idiotic and gotten himself locked up.
He let his head fall into his hands, groaning in despair. Gregory was going to kill him. Worse, the blonde would be hurt. He'd look at him with those wide blue eyes and say that it really wasn't all that important, but Christophe could always tell when Gregory was lying to make him feel better.
He growled and shot to his feet, punching the wall and sending mortar ships and dust flying. He looked down contemptuously at his bleeding knuckles and disregarded it. He would heal, and in the meantime the pain would help him think.
He paced the cell, scrapes on his knuckles stinging in a way that cleared his head. Then it hit him. He looked down at his hand and then back up to the hole he had made in the wall.
The wall was weak, probably old and cracked. He'd already made a dent in it with one punch, how far could he get with a few more?
He attacked the wall feverishly, landing punch after punch in the same spot. More and more of the wall chipped away as blood streamed down his hands. He began tearing at the sides of the hole, making it larger. The wall was hollow inside and it was easy to break through the first layer. After that it was only a matter of time before sunlight was streaming through the hole on the other side and he was tearing at it like a madman.
As soon as the opening was big enough to crawl through he forced himself through it into the blinding sunlight. Every instinct in his told him to just make a run for it, get to Gregory as fast as he could and apologize. But experience had taught him better than that. If he wanted to get to Gregory at all he would have to make sure he wasn't caught.
He slipped into the shadows surrounding the wall he had just emerged from, looking around for scouts and guards. Seeing none (his captors must me stupid or overly confident…idiots), he moved his way around to a tree where he concealed himself in the shadows there.
Creeping from shadow to shadow he was able to get far enough away from the compound that he could make a dash for it. He did just that, running all the way home without stopping for a second.
Gregory sighed again for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Not only was Christophe supposed to have been back yesterday, which was worrying in its own right, but today was their anniversary and he would never miss that for the world.
He stirred the sauce sadly, still going with his plans to make the pasta that Christophe loved so much despite the absence of the Frenchman. Maybe he would show up.
He looked up at the clock and gave a wry smile. 11:45 pm…with 15 minutes left in their anniversary he doubted Christophe would make it on time.
He was about to stop cooking and throw it all out when the door slammed open and he was tackled to the ground. At first he tried to fight, but the familiar scent of dirt and cigarettes made him stop.
"I am not too late?" Christophe asked, sounding worried.
"No love." He said with a soft smile as he brushed his lips against his lover's in a soft, slow kiss.
"It's never too late."
I'm sorry it's so short.