Iris (3+4)
Song by the Goo Goo Dolls, on the City of Angels Soundtrack. I own nothing, and yes, I know I write too many songfics. Lyrics are in asterisks, thoughts are in apostrophies.
Warning: Possible OOC.
*And I'd give up forever to touch you/ 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow*
Trowa Barton sighed at a picture of the young Winner heir that was currently occupying the screen. Love unrequited was a worse torture than OZ could ever devise on its own. 'The problem' he mused, 'The problem is telling him.'
*You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be/ and I don't want to go home right now*
Quatre Winner sighed in the limo, thinking of a certain green-eyed pilot. 'I don't want to face him like this, not knowing how to tell him. I love him. I wonder what he thinks of me?'
*And all I can taste is this moment/ And all I can breathe is your life*
Trowa flips through his every memory of Quatre, especially the first time they met. Even then, facing him as he surrendered, Trowa's senses were helplessly, hopelessly consumed. Now, two years later, he knew almost everything about the golden pilot. Everything except what he thought of him.
*Cause sooner or later it's over/ I just don't want to miss you tonight *
Quatre is suddenly reminded of Duo's actions after Heero self-destructed, how Duo moped listlessly for weeks until he found out that Heero survived.
*And I don't want the world to see me / Cause I don't think that they'd understand*
Quatre nervously sheds his coat at the house. No one's home and he could puzzle this out in privacy.
Trowa walked inside, finding Quatre like he registered on the unibanged boy's personal radar. "Can I talk to you?" Quatre swallowed hard and nodded as Trowa continued. " I know a lot about you. You've shared a lot with me, let me know who you are. I just, I need to tell you that....... I love you, Quatre."
*When everything's made to be broken/ I just want you to knwo who I am*
Sitting down, Trowa told Quatre everything, from being a war orphan abused by mercenaries, to meeting Quatre at that base. Quatre knew what it took for Trowa to tell so much, and the fact he did it openly, because he loved Quatre made his eyes shine, though with love or tears he didn't know.
*I just want you to know who I am*
"Trowa? I ... I love you too." And in the midst of a war, two young men fell asleep smiling in each other's arms.
Song by the Goo Goo Dolls, on the City of Angels Soundtrack. I own nothing, and yes, I know I write too many songfics. Lyrics are in asterisks, thoughts are in apostrophies.
Warning: Possible OOC.
*And I'd give up forever to touch you/ 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow*
Trowa Barton sighed at a picture of the young Winner heir that was currently occupying the screen. Love unrequited was a worse torture than OZ could ever devise on its own. 'The problem' he mused, 'The problem is telling him.'
*You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be/ and I don't want to go home right now*
Quatre Winner sighed in the limo, thinking of a certain green-eyed pilot. 'I don't want to face him like this, not knowing how to tell him. I love him. I wonder what he thinks of me?'
*And all I can taste is this moment/ And all I can breathe is your life*
Trowa flips through his every memory of Quatre, especially the first time they met. Even then, facing him as he surrendered, Trowa's senses were helplessly, hopelessly consumed. Now, two years later, he knew almost everything about the golden pilot. Everything except what he thought of him.
*Cause sooner or later it's over/ I just don't want to miss you tonight *
Quatre is suddenly reminded of Duo's actions after Heero self-destructed, how Duo moped listlessly for weeks until he found out that Heero survived.
*And I don't want the world to see me / Cause I don't think that they'd understand*
Quatre nervously sheds his coat at the house. No one's home and he could puzzle this out in privacy.
Trowa walked inside, finding Quatre like he registered on the unibanged boy's personal radar. "Can I talk to you?" Quatre swallowed hard and nodded as Trowa continued. " I know a lot about you. You've shared a lot with me, let me know who you are. I just, I need to tell you that....... I love you, Quatre."
*When everything's made to be broken/ I just want you to knwo who I am*
Sitting down, Trowa told Quatre everything, from being a war orphan abused by mercenaries, to meeting Quatre at that base. Quatre knew what it took for Trowa to tell so much, and the fact he did it openly, because he loved Quatre made his eyes shine, though with love or tears he didn't know.
*I just want you to know who I am*
"Trowa? I ... I love you too." And in the midst of a war, two young men fell asleep smiling in each other's arms.