~Silent Confessions~
Author: Mel (MelodiousRhapsody)
Length: 600+
Pairing: 1x5x3 (In that order, that's how I see it :D)
Disclaimer: GW does not belong to me.
Summary: Wufei ponders what Trowa and Heero mean to him.
I sit up in bed, trying not to disturb Trowa too much. I gently push his hand off my chest to my lap and smile at the unconsciously disgruntled face he makes. They used to be such light sleepers, but after the war, I am glad they can find slightly longer moments of reprieve, no matter how short.
Me, I just like looking at my lovers sleep. Heero is on the far end of the bed and he is on his back as usual, unable to kick the habit of needing to be alert at a moments notice. Thankfully, time has mellowed that slightly. He shifts, head turning towards me, showing the strong jaw and regal nose that he possesses. His features are relaxed, and I see the handsome man others would see if only he would be at peace with himself and the world enough to smile more. He used to think that he had nothing to live for, what with the self detonation and death wishes, but Trowa and I have shown him otherwise. He is needed.
Heero is my spirit, the order that I keep in my life. He keeps me grounded, and yet gives me the freedom to be myself, the courage to show the harsh world the man I've become, have grown to be. Heero allows me to be strong; to keep by my standards of justice, to do what I think is right. He is my encouragement, my stronghold, and my lover.
I card my fingers through Trowa's auburn strands, seeing the beautiful face revealed to the world only in sleep. High cheekbones, a straight nose and full lips, he looks like an angel waiting, needing to be loved. Though the tallest out of the five of us during the wars, we have caught up with him and I dare say Heero and myself have passed him in terms of height.
He however, has passed us; his heart blooming and flourishing like it never had during the war. Heero thinks it's because now he has somewhere to be, someone to be. He is no longer Nanashi – nameless – because we have spoken for him. He is Trowa, love, and no one can tell him otherwise. Heero and I will not allow it.
Trowa is the heart that joins us together. Though sheltering himself from others through that long overhang of hair, it has now become a haven for all of us, where we can be ourselves. He keeps us going, fueling us with the love that he has shown an amazing capacity for. They say that once you feel love, you'll want to give it more. I can't disagree. Trowa lets me fly by myself, and trusts me to come back to him every time I leave, and then to share my experiences with him – enjoying with me the good, comforting me through the bad. He is my consolation, my keeper, and my love.
Love and lover, I am blessed. Leaning my head back onto the headboard not stopping my hand's motions, I wonder. Can they see I love them, so much?
Looking down, I stare into bright verdant eyes that smile up at me, though his face has no change of expression. Slender fingers lace through mine and hold them there. A third hand join ours and I turn my head to find Heero pressed tight against Trowa's back. He gazes calmly back at me, beautiful blue glowing dimly in the darkness of our bedroom. Trowa moves so his head is resting on my lap and Heero simply shifted again so his is on my shoulder. A kiss is pressed to the side of my face and another to our joined hands.
I hear it.
We love you, 'Fei.