A Symphony of Ashes 7/7
By r-chan
He found her by the window again. Only this time she was sitting under it, her arms around her knees, head resting on her arms. Loose hair around her shoulders.
Behind her the noon sun shown through the clouds and into the large den. He leaned on one of the two door frames, his arms folded, looking out but not really seeing. He felt worn and tired inside. As if he'd just finished a one man battle that had gone on for years. In a way he supposed he had. He had the scars to prove it afterall. They were the most horrible and wonderful type of pain in the world.
Seeing Quatre walk away with Dorothy had shattered something in him that was already broken. And in the place Quatre had been, there was a dull ache that might not ever truly leave him.
But it was a reminder that he was alive. Something he was never sure he'd be able to do without the blue eyed boy. It was simple to live when he was doing it for someone else. But to live for himself? Trowa hadn't thought he could do it.
Now he knew better.
"I have to apologize to you Trowa."
The green eyed ex-pilot blinked in surprise. Relena looked across at him from the other end room, blue eyes tainted with a touch of hesitation.
"I used you. I had no right to do that."
Trowa raised an eyebrow at her. "I knew what was going on. I could have easily stopped what happened. There's no need to apologize."
She answered him with a coy half smile. "Could you really?" she asked.
"Hn" he shifted positions so his back rested on the frame then turned his head to look at her again. She looked impossibly small and childlike in the too big slacks and white shirt that all but hung off her slender frame.
"It may have proved to be somewhat difficult." He said after a while. He was pleased to note her smile came fully this time as she surrendered to a small laugh.
"I used you too. But for deferent reasons then your own Relena." He added softy once the minutes began to pass by them and the air grew a bit too think in silence.
Relena nodded at the brown haired man. " I know." She whispered.
Trowa stared out the window. One question nagged at him and after another moment he give in to it "So what now?" he asked.
"What now? Now is up to fate...and us." she answered.
"I don't believe in fate."
"Good. I don't either."
"So it's just us, ne?"
"It seems that way." Relena said.
There was a pause. Then Trowa smirked "I can live with that."
Relena raised one eyebrow and smirked back at the tall man"Oh, happy to oblige, Mr. Barton."
She watched quitely as Trowa's tall frame moved across the room and sat down next to her.
The blond haired woman looked over at him in question. A pair of deep green eyes looked back at her unblinking.
"I'm glad."
Relena stared at his neutral expression, speechless. Then smiled again. She turned away and watched the sunlight dance over the walls and shine into the next room. Charming tones of red and gold fell over light cream colored carpet and cherry wood furniture.
"No regrets Mr.Barton?"
"None at all Minister Darlian."
That's the long awaited end to a Symphony of Ashes. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. By all means, review and tell me what you think. ^^ If you get a chance swing by my page and drop me a line ne?
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By r-chan
He found her by the window again. Only this time she was sitting under it, her arms around her knees, head resting on her arms. Loose hair around her shoulders.
Behind her the noon sun shown through the clouds and into the large den. He leaned on one of the two door frames, his arms folded, looking out but not really seeing. He felt worn and tired inside. As if he'd just finished a one man battle that had gone on for years. In a way he supposed he had. He had the scars to prove it afterall. They were the most horrible and wonderful type of pain in the world.
Seeing Quatre walk away with Dorothy had shattered something in him that was already broken. And in the place Quatre had been, there was a dull ache that might not ever truly leave him.
But it was a reminder that he was alive. Something he was never sure he'd be able to do without the blue eyed boy. It was simple to live when he was doing it for someone else. But to live for himself? Trowa hadn't thought he could do it.
Now he knew better.
"I have to apologize to you Trowa."
The green eyed ex-pilot blinked in surprise. Relena looked across at him from the other end room, blue eyes tainted with a touch of hesitation.
"I used you. I had no right to do that."
Trowa raised an eyebrow at her. "I knew what was going on. I could have easily stopped what happened. There's no need to apologize."
She answered him with a coy half smile. "Could you really?" she asked.
"Hn" he shifted positions so his back rested on the frame then turned his head to look at her again. She looked impossibly small and childlike in the too big slacks and white shirt that all but hung off her slender frame.
"It may have proved to be somewhat difficult." He said after a while. He was pleased to note her smile came fully this time as she surrendered to a small laugh.
"I used you too. But for deferent reasons then your own Relena." He added softy once the minutes began to pass by them and the air grew a bit too think in silence.
Relena nodded at the brown haired man. " I know." She whispered.
Trowa stared out the window. One question nagged at him and after another moment he give in to it "So what now?" he asked.
"What now? Now is up to fate...and us." she answered.
"I don't believe in fate."
"Good. I don't either."
"So it's just us, ne?"
"It seems that way." Relena said.
There was a pause. Then Trowa smirked "I can live with that."
Relena raised one eyebrow and smirked back at the tall man"Oh, happy to oblige, Mr. Barton."
She watched quitely as Trowa's tall frame moved across the room and sat down next to her.
The blond haired woman looked over at him in question. A pair of deep green eyes looked back at her unblinking.
"I'm glad."
Relena stared at his neutral expression, speechless. Then smiled again. She turned away and watched the sunlight dance over the walls and shine into the next room. Charming tones of red and gold fell over light cream colored carpet and cherry wood furniture.
"No regrets Mr.Barton?"
"None at all Minister Darlian."
That's the long awaited end to a Symphony of Ashes. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. By all means, review and tell me what you think. ^^ If you get a chance swing by my page and drop me a line ne?
my page