Title: Together but Apart
Author: RaevenWynter
Rating: PG
Warnings: May be a little squicky because it is twincest that this refers to and slash. But other than that, it is just a little dark.
Notes: Hmm, something short. You have no idea what it feels like to have lost a twin. Mine died before birth and even now I can swear I can feel her. And people wonder why I love this paring though it is my first attempt to write about it. Hits so close to home, ya know? I hope you like.
I have often wondered what I would do if he wasn't there. He is the other half of me and there is no denying it. Other people even see it. We are never apart and never have reason to be. Together.
Apart?
What would happen if we were taken apart? What if one of us dies, these aren't happy times. There are too many what if's in life. What if there never was two of us. What if we weren't twins. This is what I think of when I am alone. The rare moment that George isn't at my side. But how I wish he was. I know he would kiss the pain away. He would cradle me until I knew that I would never be alone.
Because, with him, I am not alone. Never. We both know. Whichever of us has the bad grace to go first, the other will follow. There is no question about that.
Where is he now? The question wracks my brain. I should know. I often know where he is without thinking about it. But whenever these thoughts come, I lose all track of where he is. He could be laying in a gutter somewhere. No. Don't think like that.
George, come back to me. Please. I need you right now. I know he will get the message. I am not sure how it works. We know when we need each other, when one calls for the other. It has gotten us out of many a problems. George, come to me.
And I can feel him. Not as strong as we normally can. But he is there. Coming to me.
As soon as I see him most of the fears I have rush away and he finds my arms tightly wrapped around his chest. Words will never be needed with us. His hands run down my back soothingly and not for the first time I thank god, nature, whomever that they made us this way. I don't know what I would do without him. And I honestly don't want to know what I would do without him.
He looks into my eyes. I have been crying and he knows it. He kisses the tears away. No words. Never. And his mouth captures mine. And tongues collide. And we are together, yet... apart. But not in the bad way.
Together but apart.
Author: RaevenWynter
Rating: PG
Warnings: May be a little squicky because it is twincest that this refers to and slash. But other than that, it is just a little dark.
Notes: Hmm, something short. You have no idea what it feels like to have lost a twin. Mine died before birth and even now I can swear I can feel her. And people wonder why I love this paring though it is my first attempt to write about it. Hits so close to home, ya know? I hope you like.
I have often wondered what I would do if he wasn't there. He is the other half of me and there is no denying it. Other people even see it. We are never apart and never have reason to be. Together.
Apart?
What would happen if we were taken apart? What if one of us dies, these aren't happy times. There are too many what if's in life. What if there never was two of us. What if we weren't twins. This is what I think of when I am alone. The rare moment that George isn't at my side. But how I wish he was. I know he would kiss the pain away. He would cradle me until I knew that I would never be alone.
Because, with him, I am not alone. Never. We both know. Whichever of us has the bad grace to go first, the other will follow. There is no question about that.
Where is he now? The question wracks my brain. I should know. I often know where he is without thinking about it. But whenever these thoughts come, I lose all track of where he is. He could be laying in a gutter somewhere. No. Don't think like that.
George, come back to me. Please. I need you right now. I know he will get the message. I am not sure how it works. We know when we need each other, when one calls for the other. It has gotten us out of many a problems. George, come to me.
And I can feel him. Not as strong as we normally can. But he is there. Coming to me.
As soon as I see him most of the fears I have rush away and he finds my arms tightly wrapped around his chest. Words will never be needed with us. His hands run down my back soothingly and not for the first time I thank god, nature, whomever that they made us this way. I don't know what I would do without him. And I honestly don't want to know what I would do without him.
He looks into my eyes. I have been crying and he knows it. He kisses the tears away. No words. Never. And his mouth captures mine. And tongues collide. And we are together, yet... apart. But not in the bad way.
Together but apart.
