Disclaimer: Aw man. Still don't own them. *pouts*
Warnings: Angst, M/P slash.
Summary: Merry realizes his love for Pippin.
The Word (1/?)
"Pippin."
The word escapes his lips before he can fully comprehend its meaning.
He gasps it into the fridge air and watches as it fabricates into a crystal white cloud of mist and desire.
And he freezes, not from the cold but from that single utterance.
He never had realized it before now.
"Pippin."
The word echoes across the vacant space of his room.
He shudders with its every syllable.
And suddenly his whole life jars violently into perspective.
He hadn't realized it before now.
"Pippin."
The word rings through his mind until it becomes one continuous drone of needful discovery.
He swallows hard against it and suddenly there is nothing he'd rather do than cry.
But he doesn't, instead firmly biting his bottom lip and tilting his head back to stop the immanent tears.
"Pippin."
the word closes around him, suffocating him and intoxicating him with its simple brilliance.
He breaths out slowly and lets it sting his tongue with a welcomed pain.
And he closes his eyes to it. He let's himself be engulfed by that single word.
He never had realized it before now.
"Pippin."
He hadn't realized he loved him.
Warnings: Angst, M/P slash.
Summary: Merry realizes his love for Pippin.
The Word (1/?)
"Pippin."
The word escapes his lips before he can fully comprehend its meaning.
He gasps it into the fridge air and watches as it fabricates into a crystal white cloud of mist and desire.
And he freezes, not from the cold but from that single utterance.
He never had realized it before now.
"Pippin."
The word echoes across the vacant space of his room.
He shudders with its every syllable.
And suddenly his whole life jars violently into perspective.
He hadn't realized it before now.
"Pippin."
The word rings through his mind until it becomes one continuous drone of needful discovery.
He swallows hard against it and suddenly there is nothing he'd rather do than cry.
But he doesn't, instead firmly biting his bottom lip and tilting his head back to stop the immanent tears.
"Pippin."
the word closes around him, suffocating him and intoxicating him with its simple brilliance.
He breaths out slowly and lets it sting his tongue with a welcomed pain.
And he closes his eyes to it. He let's himself be engulfed by that single word.
He never had realized it before now.
"Pippin."
He hadn't realized he loved him.