A/N - Short and sweet. A little piece of 3x4 fluff for Valentine's Day, but not too horribly sappy. Don't ask about the Italian ski resort thing, it's early in the morning, I needed a place with snow, and I'm pretty sure Quatre could afford to vacation in Europe if he wanted to. ** I really need to stop posting/writing so late/early, I keep making weird mistakes.
Disclaimer - Don't own Gundam Wing, don't own Quatre, don't own Trowa. I do, however, own the song (well, at least, I -wrote- the song), some dryer lint, and a lucky penny.
Warnings - Shounen Ai 3x4; fluff
"Snow...snow reminds me of your eyes...."
In the cozy downstairs lounge of an Italian ski resort a girl was staring out a large window at the softly drifting flakes of a mid-February flurry, the new snow simply piling up on the old. Occasionally she would bend over and scribble something in a battered notebook or quietly try a line out loud.
"And the tears we refused to cry..."
As she bent to record her newest line she brushed her dark hair out of her face and caught out of the corner of her eye two boys reclining on a couch near the fire. She smiled at them, feeling friendly towards other early-risers.
"All those nights we felt would never end, All those times we just needed a friend..."
Unknown to her the two boys were listening attentively to the girl as she softly hummed a tune to go with her lyrics. They were comfortable with the silence between them, but felt no need to demand silence. One was small and blond and he smiled at the girl over his cup of coffee, his darker friend with a less obvious but just as peaceful expression.
"All the ties that held us back, All the joys that faded to black."
The brown-haired boy slid an arm around his companion and the smaller boy laid his head on the other's shoulder with a small sigh.
"Comfortable, Quatre?" he asked in a whisper.
"I feel the cool wind against my face, Dream of faces from another place."
"Of course, Trowa," the blond replied, finding some strange comfort in his lover's name. Strained winter sun fell on his face, accenting his angelic appearance as dust caught the in like a glowing halo.
"Your profile's etched in my mind, Secret memories from another time. Old voices and forgotten lines, Hey angel weren't those wings once mine?"
For a few moments the muffled sounds of snow ruled the air, then the girl continued.
"Sunlight blinds on snow, Can I ask just where'd you go? You brought me to today, Then took those wings and flew away. Took your voice and your lines, But maybe the wings were never mine..."
The girl looked up rather suddenly and glanced at her watch. Stretching, she gathered up her papers, notebook, and guitar case and reluctantly left her window. The two boys on the couch watched her leave, her humming drifting out behind her as she disappeared down the hall.
"Happy Valentine's Day, I'll never leave you," Trowa whispered, kissing the top of Quatre's head.
"Never?" Quatre teased.
"Never, my love," Trowa replied seriously, moving his kissing down Quatre's cheeks and closer to his mouth.
"Never," Quatre agreed, meeting Trowa's lips.
Disclaimer - Don't own Gundam Wing, don't own Quatre, don't own Trowa. I do, however, own the song (well, at least, I -wrote- the song), some dryer lint, and a lucky penny.
Warnings - Shounen Ai 3x4; fluff
"Snow...snow reminds me of your eyes...."
In the cozy downstairs lounge of an Italian ski resort a girl was staring out a large window at the softly drifting flakes of a mid-February flurry, the new snow simply piling up on the old. Occasionally she would bend over and scribble something in a battered notebook or quietly try a line out loud.
"And the tears we refused to cry..."
As she bent to record her newest line she brushed her dark hair out of her face and caught out of the corner of her eye two boys reclining on a couch near the fire. She smiled at them, feeling friendly towards other early-risers.
"All those nights we felt would never end, All those times we just needed a friend..."
Unknown to her the two boys were listening attentively to the girl as she softly hummed a tune to go with her lyrics. They were comfortable with the silence between them, but felt no need to demand silence. One was small and blond and he smiled at the girl over his cup of coffee, his darker friend with a less obvious but just as peaceful expression.
"All the ties that held us back, All the joys that faded to black."
The brown-haired boy slid an arm around his companion and the smaller boy laid his head on the other's shoulder with a small sigh.
"Comfortable, Quatre?" he asked in a whisper.
"I feel the cool wind against my face, Dream of faces from another place."
"Of course, Trowa," the blond replied, finding some strange comfort in his lover's name. Strained winter sun fell on his face, accenting his angelic appearance as dust caught the in like a glowing halo.
"Your profile's etched in my mind, Secret memories from another time. Old voices and forgotten lines, Hey angel weren't those wings once mine?"
For a few moments the muffled sounds of snow ruled the air, then the girl continued.
"Sunlight blinds on snow, Can I ask just where'd you go? You brought me to today, Then took those wings and flew away. Took your voice and your lines, But maybe the wings were never mine..."
The girl looked up rather suddenly and glanced at her watch. Stretching, she gathered up her papers, notebook, and guitar case and reluctantly left her window. The two boys on the couch watched her leave, her humming drifting out behind her as she disappeared down the hall.
"Happy Valentine's Day, I'll never leave you," Trowa whispered, kissing the top of Quatre's head.
"Never?" Quatre teased.
"Never, my love," Trowa replied seriously, moving his kissing down Quatre's cheeks and closer to his mouth.
"Never," Quatre agreed, meeting Trowa's lips.