Masquerade -- acting or living under false pretences; concealment of something by a false or unreal show.
If anyone ever found out, it'd be the end for both of them. No one would talk to them, people would whisper and snigger behind their hands as they walked down the street, the more courageous civilians would call them names and jeer, but the two lovers wouldn't care.
It would mean that they would not need pointless reasons just to brush skin, or talk in riddles only they understood the true meaning of. They could be themselves and no longer have to hide behind shadows and longing gazes.
But no one could know, because they couldn't afford it. Hearts would break, things would change, and neither of them could let go something so valued. They would not tear apart what they were working so hard to repair.
They knew it was sick and they knew it wasn't right but it was all they ever wanted and they were happy. So they waited for hours, bursting at the seams for contact, satisfying themselves with disguised innuendo and simply being with each other until they had a chance, just a minuscule moment when they were alone, where they could be themselves for a while. A time where they could be free.
The world around them disappeared, the war, their friends, their enemies, everything. There was only each other and the stifled screams and hitched breath, the hands through hair and the rustle of skin, the grunts and moans and the darkness engulfing the room.
No one would know what happened in those few hours or minutes together; the two were careful to keep it that way. If Piper or Junko or anyone saw them, or were even the tiniest bit suspicious, the Domo and the Sky Knight would lose absolutely everything; because in Atmos things like that never happened between two guys and when it did the officials made sure it stopped.
It amused them that Piper, one of the smartest people they knew, had no clue what sometimes went on in her precious crystal lab. And Stork, always paranoid, always looking for the slightest sign of anything unusual, was too occupied with mind worms and infectious rashes to notice the gestures and signals all around him.
They dreamed that one day, when the war was over and there was no need for teenage soldiers fighting in the skies, they would run away. Together, on a terra somewhere south west where it was warm, they would live. Happy and liberated, free from rules and regulations. Where anything considered taboo wouldn't matter because no one cared. Just Aerrow and Finn, emancipated and alone at last. But that time was a long way away.
Aerrow knew it would rip the Storm Hawks apart and Finn could tell he'd be less than welcome back on Vapos. After all, who wants a hero who defeats the villain, saves the world then gets the guy?
And so they laced their words and their actions with secrets and meanings and everyone around them was oblivious to their masked feelings. They were living a lie each day, dressing up their true selves with a masquerade. Playing games, deceiving the people who trusted them to be honest, all to disguise what went on behind closed doors. They hated their lies, but it would tear apart all they had if the truth was exposed.
It was a risky business, but they couldn't help themselves. It was all too much.
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Oh, yum. AerrowxFinn is my new fetish. Hence, sick of the sight of drabbles, I wrote this oneshoty type thingy to mark the end of the summer holidays for me.
I must write longer stories; I must write longer stories; I must write longer stories.
I won't demand reviews, but a few would be nice. (;
ElectroGal, xo