Title: Unicorn in the Moonlight 5/?
Author & Email: DarkNekoShini QuaxoKatt@yahoo.com
Archive: Whoever wants it
Category: Au/fantasy
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, OOC, Language
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Eventually 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own squat. *Checks for squat* Nope, don't own it. Nothing in this fic belongs to me.
"Trooowaa!"
It was raining heavily by the time her brother appeared over the horizon, his cloak draped over his arms, the tattered ends whipping madly.
He lowered his head, hunching his upper body as he plowed on, the droplets of rain relentless against him and his covered burden.
She stood, fidgeting in place in the open doorway, the warm welcoming light flowing out behind her as he crossed the muddy yard.
"Trowa.."
"Medicine, bandages and broth." He spoke quietly, never lifting his head as he ducked in past her.
"Oh no, that's not another injured animal... Trowa!" She voiced as he moved quickly inside.
"No... those items.. please.."
Catherine nodded, bustling quickly to a small chest beneath one of the kitchen windows, gathering supplies for wounds. "What has happened, Trowa..?"
"A stranger.. two of them stopped me on the road.. they caused trouble.. "
"Are you injured?" She moved to his side, kneeling with him as he placed the bundle by the hearth, slowly unravelling the rainsoaked cloth.
"Who is this, Trowa?"
"A wild boy.. those men.. had him in a cage.. he's sick, please.. prepare my bed, he'll stay there."
She nodded, patting her brothers shoulder once as she rose, moving to do as he had asked.
~~~
"Hello, there..."
Quatre blinked. That voice.. it was so soft, so gentle. He knew that voice. Fear subsided as he struggled to sit, but was pushed back down into the furs that lay by the large fireplace.
A spoon was placed to Quatre's lips, the warm broth dribbling down his chin as he was not used to untensils.
"It's alright.. try to drink.."
The next attempt with the spoon went much smoother, he ate hungrily, his shruken belly groaning angrily as food once again filled it. Whatever the warm liquid was that was being administered to him, it was bliss. Long lashes fluttered softly as he once again opened his eyes, gazing up into the stoic face above him. Was this.. kindness? Iria was kind to him.
::Oh.. Iria.. where are you.. I miss you..::
~*~
"Ssshh. You're safe now." Catherine had stayed close by the young stranger while Trowa had rested closeby. "What's your name, little one?"
Dry, cracked lips opened it speak, but nothing issued from his throat. Blinking softly, he tried again. "Qu...atre."
"Quatre? What a pretty name." She cooed softly, trying to ease him as pain and fear began to dominate the expression in his soft blue eyes.
"I'm.. so.. thirsty..." His voice was a pitiful attempt at speach.
"Try to rest, I'll go get you some water." Cathy smiled down gently to the young charge as she stepped quietly from the room.
Fire crackled and popped softly in the hearth as the gentle, young women returned with a small cup filled with cool, spring water. Sitting down softly on the side of the bed, she reached out gingerly and shook a small shoulder, noting that she could feel the bones move and grind too easily. 'I'll have to put some weight on you.' She thought quietly.
"I have your water." She whispered softly as large, crystal cerulean eyes that held the smallest touch of aqua slowly, painfully opened.
"I'll take care of him for now.." Trowa's soft voice seemed to fill the room with gentleness. Now used to his 'appearing out of nowhere' act, Cathy nodded softly and transferred the water cup to her brothers hand.
"I'll begin dinner, then." She stated softly, moving like a shadow to the kettle over the fire, doing her best to keep quiet so as not to disturb the fair youth lying in the thick blankets.
"What's wrong with the wood stove?"
"Nothing, I felt like cooking by the fire tonight... just, I want to be near you, to make sure you're really alright."
Trowa smiled faintly, the firelight casting shadows to dance across his face.
"It... hurts.. so badly.. my shoulder.. burns.."
"You have a very bad injury. You mustn't move." With that, he softly lifted Quatre up, pressing the edge of the cup to the dry, parched lips.
Water dribbled in rivlets down Quatre's chin as he drank from a cup for the first time. The fresh, sweet water reviving his dry throat felt like Heaven as it gave him a minute bit of relief. Soon, his eyes fell heavy, he fought to gaze up into the handsome face of the man holding him up carefully, though the one visable eye that regarded him held no emotion. ::How can you not show your feelings.. though you are so compassionate?:: Thoughts rolled through his fuzzy mind as sleep overtook him once again.
TBC
AN: I hurried to finish this chapter up as well. Don't be surprised if I pull this fic down to put some more work on it, though I am satisfied with the prologue through 3 for the time being. *Chuckles* Pweeease review! *Large eyes* Thanks!! *Glomps* I need to know what to do with *this* chapter as well!
Author & Email: DarkNekoShini QuaxoKatt@yahoo.com
Archive: Whoever wants it
Category: Au/fantasy
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, OOC, Language
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Eventually 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own squat. *Checks for squat* Nope, don't own it. Nothing in this fic belongs to me.
"Trooowaa!"
It was raining heavily by the time her brother appeared over the horizon, his cloak draped over his arms, the tattered ends whipping madly.
He lowered his head, hunching his upper body as he plowed on, the droplets of rain relentless against him and his covered burden.
She stood, fidgeting in place in the open doorway, the warm welcoming light flowing out behind her as he crossed the muddy yard.
"Trowa.."
"Medicine, bandages and broth." He spoke quietly, never lifting his head as he ducked in past her.
"Oh no, that's not another injured animal... Trowa!" She voiced as he moved quickly inside.
"No... those items.. please.."
Catherine nodded, bustling quickly to a small chest beneath one of the kitchen windows, gathering supplies for wounds. "What has happened, Trowa..?"
"A stranger.. two of them stopped me on the road.. they caused trouble.. "
"Are you injured?" She moved to his side, kneeling with him as he placed the bundle by the hearth, slowly unravelling the rainsoaked cloth.
"Who is this, Trowa?"
"A wild boy.. those men.. had him in a cage.. he's sick, please.. prepare my bed, he'll stay there."
She nodded, patting her brothers shoulder once as she rose, moving to do as he had asked.
~~~
"Hello, there..."
Quatre blinked. That voice.. it was so soft, so gentle. He knew that voice. Fear subsided as he struggled to sit, but was pushed back down into the furs that lay by the large fireplace.
A spoon was placed to Quatre's lips, the warm broth dribbling down his chin as he was not used to untensils.
"It's alright.. try to drink.."
The next attempt with the spoon went much smoother, he ate hungrily, his shruken belly groaning angrily as food once again filled it. Whatever the warm liquid was that was being administered to him, it was bliss. Long lashes fluttered softly as he once again opened his eyes, gazing up into the stoic face above him. Was this.. kindness? Iria was kind to him.
::Oh.. Iria.. where are you.. I miss you..::
~*~
"Ssshh. You're safe now." Catherine had stayed close by the young stranger while Trowa had rested closeby. "What's your name, little one?"
Dry, cracked lips opened it speak, but nothing issued from his throat. Blinking softly, he tried again. "Qu...atre."
"Quatre? What a pretty name." She cooed softly, trying to ease him as pain and fear began to dominate the expression in his soft blue eyes.
"I'm.. so.. thirsty..." His voice was a pitiful attempt at speach.
"Try to rest, I'll go get you some water." Cathy smiled down gently to the young charge as she stepped quietly from the room.
Fire crackled and popped softly in the hearth as the gentle, young women returned with a small cup filled with cool, spring water. Sitting down softly on the side of the bed, she reached out gingerly and shook a small shoulder, noting that she could feel the bones move and grind too easily. 'I'll have to put some weight on you.' She thought quietly.
"I have your water." She whispered softly as large, crystal cerulean eyes that held the smallest touch of aqua slowly, painfully opened.
"I'll take care of him for now.." Trowa's soft voice seemed to fill the room with gentleness. Now used to his 'appearing out of nowhere' act, Cathy nodded softly and transferred the water cup to her brothers hand.
"I'll begin dinner, then." She stated softly, moving like a shadow to the kettle over the fire, doing her best to keep quiet so as not to disturb the fair youth lying in the thick blankets.
"What's wrong with the wood stove?"
"Nothing, I felt like cooking by the fire tonight... just, I want to be near you, to make sure you're really alright."
Trowa smiled faintly, the firelight casting shadows to dance across his face.
"It... hurts.. so badly.. my shoulder.. burns.."
"You have a very bad injury. You mustn't move." With that, he softly lifted Quatre up, pressing the edge of the cup to the dry, parched lips.
Water dribbled in rivlets down Quatre's chin as he drank from a cup for the first time. The fresh, sweet water reviving his dry throat felt like Heaven as it gave him a minute bit of relief. Soon, his eyes fell heavy, he fought to gaze up into the handsome face of the man holding him up carefully, though the one visable eye that regarded him held no emotion. ::How can you not show your feelings.. though you are so compassionate?:: Thoughts rolled through his fuzzy mind as sleep overtook him once again.
TBC
AN: I hurried to finish this chapter up as well. Don't be surprised if I pull this fic down to put some more work on it, though I am satisfied with the prologue through 3 for the time being. *Chuckles* Pweeease review! *Large eyes* Thanks!! *Glomps* I need to know what to do with *this* chapter as well!