TITLE: small confession of love
AUTHOR: Pepperrrr
RATING: ...Light PG?
PAIRING: Roger Waters & Syd Barrett
WARNINGS: ...You know this is like entirely harmless. Except for Roger wanting sex and thinking about it through REALLY HEAVY VEILS. Oh and a minecraft reference.
P.O.V: Third person.
TIMELINE: It's around mid 1966 or early 1967 when everything is still innocent and easy and lucid and lovely.
DATE WRITTEN: August 9th 2012 8:00 PM-8:15 PM
SUMMARY:One day Roger confesses to Syd that he feels for him in a totally non-heterosexual way and Syd takes it very well. Thankfully.
AUTHOR NOTES: gOD the title i chose sucks
THIS WAS BASED ON A PROMPT LIST. I think you'll know what it is. Whatevvs uh
Okay so this isn't the best and it's not even euhrgru
IT'S SO SHORT AND STUFF AND IT USES WEIRD IMAGERY AND PLEASE FORGIVE MY STUPID MINECRAFT REFERENCE BUT I SAY OBSIDIAN AND I THINK OF MINECRAFT AND SYD'S EYES SO I THOUGHT LOL PORQUE NO LAS DOS?!
Anyway ermsmgnskla
It has weird imagery and metaphors and poetry shit I don't even know what i'm doing i've got pneumonia and i'm tired and everything is hilarious but i'm listening to radiohead and reading a fuckton of pink floyd slash on liveournal so this happened lol
woah wait what the hell no dialogue what
echoes, silence, patience, grace
In his head, Roger listens to the echoes of their last performance. The jangling and the thumping and the soaring sounds still hanging heavy in the air. But all that's really there is silence. Silence that falls after a small confession of love from dry and nervous lips. And in that silence, Roger is waiting.
Roger waits with thinned patience as Syd stares at him with parted lips bowed slightly in a smile. His obsidian-nether-portal eyes ran poor lanky Roger through, though not intentionally. And through his metaphor-pain, Roger felt himself smile, nervous and finger-itching. He wanted to reach out and steal Syd away into his bed, without grace and without shame. But for now he would wait.
Patiently. For the Piper to make the first move. Thankfully, he did. And Roger didn't have to wait long at all. Thankful.
Even more when Syd moves closer to him, blinking and breaking the lung-hollowing spell of his gaze. And he's reaching for him. Syd's fingers twined between Roger's, gentle and like a love-song. Roger sighs and Syd does too. And then Roger really knew that Syd wouldn't reject him, or turn him away.
But he had no reason to really doubt from the very beginning.