Author: Sphynx
Title: A Light in the Darkness 7/?
Pairings: 3+4 (mwahahaha…It's here…FINALLY)
Warnings: Angst, mental ward
Disclaimers: *takes a deep breath* They aren't mine, these loverly boys. Yep…Now I'm going to go resign myself to that fact. *goes off and cries quietly for a moment or two*
Notes: I didn't know it would be this long…
Trowa lay on his bed thinking. Quatre had made dinner, something quite good. Then they had talked for a few hours. But Trowa's mind kept wandering back to that afternoon, when he had played his flute. He knew what effect the music always had had on him. A soothing calm would always interpose itself in his mind as he played. Quatre's tears were something new. Quatre had thought his music beautiful, he had been touched.
"But why?" Trowa's whispered words were spoken in disbelief. He really didn't know why Quatre had taken him in, or what was expected of him. So why had Quatre been so kind, so willing to let a man with major psychological baggage into his life?
Trowa started shivering, though the house wasn't cold. He couldn't stop the doubt that was attacking his mind. He lay there helpless as he fought an inner battle with the depression that would never really go away. And then there was a knock on his door.
Quatre stood outside the door a little uneasy. There was something going on, major emotions were swirling out from Trowa's room, making him wonder if Trowa was all right. He knocked, and hearing no answer he opened the door a crack and stuck his head through. There was Trowa, curled in a little ball with tears running down his face, staring into nowhere.
"Trowa!" The startled exclamation did nothing to gain a response from the
huddled form on the bed. It was as if Trowa had fled into a secret place somewhere inside himself that no one else could find. Quatre opened the door and padded softly into the room, not wanting o scare Trowa. He was shivering so intensely. Quatre sat down on the edge of the bed and reached a hand out, and Trowa flinched back from the touch.
"Trowa…Shhh…it's alright. Nothing's going to hurt you. Please Trowa…You're safe." Quatre's word seemed to have little effect, but Trowa heard them and looking up out of the darkness was able to focus on Quatre's form. Never before had Quatre looked so angelic than in the soft light coming through the door from the hall with a worried expression on his face.
"Quatre." Laced with pain and wonder, the simple statement, the name on Trowa's lips brought tears of relief to Quatre's eyes. He hadn't been sure when he saw Trowa's eyes focus finally. Now he knew that Trowa was coming out of his daze. Quatre reached to brush the bangs out of Trowa's face. This time Trowa didn't shy away from his touch, but rather permitted Quatre to expose his face, still taunt from fear of the consuming darkness. It was Quatre's touch that brought him out of the darkness and into the light. It was the soft, gentle touch of a person who cared what happened to him, who cared about his happiness.
Quatre felt Trowa stiffen slightly, then relax into his gentle touch. Trowa had stopped shivering and the light had started to come back into his eyes. Quatre looked into Trowa's eyes though, and still saw the residual pain and fear. And so he sat there for a long time, waiting for Trowa to relax into sleep, his heart full of love and compassion. It wasn't until he saw that Trowa was relaxed in a deep slumber that Quatre softly lifted himself from the bed and padded out of the room.
"Goodnight Trowa, I love you."
Title: A Light in the Darkness 7/?
Pairings: 3+4 (mwahahaha…It's here…FINALLY)
Warnings: Angst, mental ward
Disclaimers: *takes a deep breath* They aren't mine, these loverly boys. Yep…Now I'm going to go resign myself to that fact. *goes off and cries quietly for a moment or two*
Notes: I didn't know it would be this long…
Trowa lay on his bed thinking. Quatre had made dinner, something quite good. Then they had talked for a few hours. But Trowa's mind kept wandering back to that afternoon, when he had played his flute. He knew what effect the music always had had on him. A soothing calm would always interpose itself in his mind as he played. Quatre's tears were something new. Quatre had thought his music beautiful, he had been touched.
"But why?" Trowa's whispered words were spoken in disbelief. He really didn't know why Quatre had taken him in, or what was expected of him. So why had Quatre been so kind, so willing to let a man with major psychological baggage into his life?
Trowa started shivering, though the house wasn't cold. He couldn't stop the doubt that was attacking his mind. He lay there helpless as he fought an inner battle with the depression that would never really go away. And then there was a knock on his door.
Quatre stood outside the door a little uneasy. There was something going on, major emotions were swirling out from Trowa's room, making him wonder if Trowa was all right. He knocked, and hearing no answer he opened the door a crack and stuck his head through. There was Trowa, curled in a little ball with tears running down his face, staring into nowhere.
"Trowa!" The startled exclamation did nothing to gain a response from the
huddled form on the bed. It was as if Trowa had fled into a secret place somewhere inside himself that no one else could find. Quatre opened the door and padded softly into the room, not wanting o scare Trowa. He was shivering so intensely. Quatre sat down on the edge of the bed and reached a hand out, and Trowa flinched back from the touch.
"Trowa…Shhh…it's alright. Nothing's going to hurt you. Please Trowa…You're safe." Quatre's word seemed to have little effect, but Trowa heard them and looking up out of the darkness was able to focus on Quatre's form. Never before had Quatre looked so angelic than in the soft light coming through the door from the hall with a worried expression on his face.
"Quatre." Laced with pain and wonder, the simple statement, the name on Trowa's lips brought tears of relief to Quatre's eyes. He hadn't been sure when he saw Trowa's eyes focus finally. Now he knew that Trowa was coming out of his daze. Quatre reached to brush the bangs out of Trowa's face. This time Trowa didn't shy away from his touch, but rather permitted Quatre to expose his face, still taunt from fear of the consuming darkness. It was Quatre's touch that brought him out of the darkness and into the light. It was the soft, gentle touch of a person who cared what happened to him, who cared about his happiness.
Quatre felt Trowa stiffen slightly, then relax into his gentle touch. Trowa had stopped shivering and the light had started to come back into his eyes. Quatre looked into Trowa's eyes though, and still saw the residual pain and fear. And so he sat there for a long time, waiting for Trowa to relax into sleep, his heart full of love and compassion. It wasn't until he saw that Trowa was relaxed in a deep slumber that Quatre softly lifted himself from the bed and padded out of the room.
"Goodnight Trowa, I love you."