Title: Unicorn in the Moonlight 13/?
Author Wu
Archive: Ask Respectively first.
Category: Au/fantasy
Rating: R
Warnings: None in this chapter
Spoilers: None
Notes: Eventually 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Don't look at me like that. Don't. Stop. Stop looking at me like that. Now, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I don't own Gundam Wing.
Spoilers: None.
As they stood in the snow, the inkwell in Trowa's grip, Quatre lifted the hand that he was holding, bringing it up to his face and nuzzling it softly. He closed his eyes as he did so, long lashes resting against his cheek gently brushing the skin on the back of Trowa's knuckles.
Trowa, on the other hand blinked softly, fighting hard to resist the urge to pull away from the small figure holding his hand, but he couldn't help but to stare down in slight wonder. What was Quatre doing?
"Quatre.. I.. I think we had better get inside.. "
"My eyes hurt.. it's so bright." His voice was soft and seemed very far away as he continued to press the large, slender hand to the side of his face with the utmost care and gentleness.
"You are becoming snowblind. I warned you of that.. Come on." He tugged gently, causing the fairer one to lift his head, large aqua eyes opening softly.
"Ok. Carry me?"
"You can walk."
Quatre took large steps, picking his way back through the snow drifts to get to the door of the cabin, pulling his friend behind him as if he were a wayward child.
"My toes are frozen.. my feet are so cold.."
"You'll warm up."
"I'm tired of snow!"
"Stop complaining."
"I'm not complaining.." Quatre returned in a complainitive tone, plopping himself before the fire and removing his boots. "I like the warm weather, I like to be able to enjoy the wind blowing in my face without my skin recoiling in displeasure from the cold."
Trowa stood quietly for a moment before he too sat down by the hearth after removing his coat. "I.. understand." His eyes shot open as he realized that Quatre had climbed into his lap, burrowing against his chest for warmth. Almost to the point of panic, he leaned back, taking the latters shoulders. "Quatre! What are you doing?"
"I'm cold.. you're warm."
"So is the fire, I suggest you allow that to warm you."
Quatre frowned up to Trowa, his small frame shivering. "Why can't you just allow me to get close. I'm not hurting you, see?" He pressed his rosey cheeked face into Trowa's chest, snuggling once again for warmth.
"This isn't right, Quatre.. I don't.." But despite his protests, Trowa found his arms gently encircling the form huddled against him. "For warmth. Just for warmth." He murmured softly.
~~~
"Trowa..."
"What is it, Quatre."
They sat huddled together by the hearth, and for the first time in a very long time, a contented expression was held in the emerald green depths of Trowa's eyes. He had rested his chin atop Quatre's head, dozing lightly as the small forms body drew heat from his, gradually returning it to share.
"What did you dream.. earlier today..?"
"It was nothing."
"You looked so.. afraid.. and.. I can't think of the word.. other than.. despair?"
A soft sigh escaped Trowa's lips as he shifted a bit for comfort. "Don't worry about it, Quatre.. it was just a dream."
"I was worried about you.. maybe it would make you feel better to talk about it.. sometimes.. you have that same look on your face when you sleep at night.. I try to wake you, but I'm always afraid that you will be upset with me for disturbing you. Sometimes.. when you cry out, I'll shake you and you seem to be alright."
Trowa was silent for a long moment. "I dream.. about the fire that took my parents."
"Ohh!" Quatre gasped softly, lifting his head to gaze up to his friend, compassion swimming in his eyes. "That is how they perished?"
A nod. "We had pitched a tent for the night.. I vaguely remember that we were travling.. and.. a latern must have been blown over.. in my dreams, a gust of wind rippled the side of the tent and that is what hit the latern.. and it caught the whole thing on fire.. my mother, she brought Catherine out.. and went back in to get me while my father did his best to put it out.. I remember.. the pain when something, perhaps a trunk.. or a piece of it, had fallen on my back.. it burnt me."
"Yes.. I've seen the scar on your back."
Trowa nodded once more. "The screams were terrible. My mother found me, she tried to get me out.. my father reached in and pulled me out, putting my back into the snow because it was on fire.. but my mother never came out. Catherine lifted me up and moved me, because even though it was at least two feet of snow on the ground, it was melting from the heat.. father had gone.. had tried to save mother, but.. no sooner than he had stepped in, the tent collasped.. there was no sound save for the burning of the tent. It's sad really.. I don't recall them.. what they look like, not in my waking state.. but I see them in my dreams.. it is if I can only remember them when I sleep.. and sometimes.. I don't want to sleep.. I don't want to remember them that way."
"Oh, Trowa.." Quatre reached up gently, wiping away a tear that traced slowly down Trowa's face. "That must have been a horrible thing to experiance. I'm so sorry." He whispered. "Please don't hide your pain.. I see you doing that now."
"It is nothing.. the past, nothing more."
"Please.. you can't deny your heart to mourn."
"I don't.. Quatre.. It's over. There is nothing to mourn." He jerked his head as another tear fell.
"One day, Trowa. You'll mourn and I will be right here to hold you up. I promise." He smiled softly up to his friend, feeling for the first time, Trowa's heart opening up to him.
~TBC
AN: Sappy? Sucky? Scrap? You decide. ^^v
Author Wu
Archive: Ask Respectively first.
Category: Au/fantasy
Rating: R
Warnings: None in this chapter
Spoilers: None
Notes: Eventually 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Don't look at me like that. Don't. Stop. Stop looking at me like that. Now, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I don't own Gundam Wing.
Spoilers: None.
As they stood in the snow, the inkwell in Trowa's grip, Quatre lifted the hand that he was holding, bringing it up to his face and nuzzling it softly. He closed his eyes as he did so, long lashes resting against his cheek gently brushing the skin on the back of Trowa's knuckles.
Trowa, on the other hand blinked softly, fighting hard to resist the urge to pull away from the small figure holding his hand, but he couldn't help but to stare down in slight wonder. What was Quatre doing?
"Quatre.. I.. I think we had better get inside.. "
"My eyes hurt.. it's so bright." His voice was soft and seemed very far away as he continued to press the large, slender hand to the side of his face with the utmost care and gentleness.
"You are becoming snowblind. I warned you of that.. Come on." He tugged gently, causing the fairer one to lift his head, large aqua eyes opening softly.
"Ok. Carry me?"
"You can walk."
Quatre took large steps, picking his way back through the snow drifts to get to the door of the cabin, pulling his friend behind him as if he were a wayward child.
"My toes are frozen.. my feet are so cold.."
"You'll warm up."
"I'm tired of snow!"
"Stop complaining."
"I'm not complaining.." Quatre returned in a complainitive tone, plopping himself before the fire and removing his boots. "I like the warm weather, I like to be able to enjoy the wind blowing in my face without my skin recoiling in displeasure from the cold."
Trowa stood quietly for a moment before he too sat down by the hearth after removing his coat. "I.. understand." His eyes shot open as he realized that Quatre had climbed into his lap, burrowing against his chest for warmth. Almost to the point of panic, he leaned back, taking the latters shoulders. "Quatre! What are you doing?"
"I'm cold.. you're warm."
"So is the fire, I suggest you allow that to warm you."
Quatre frowned up to Trowa, his small frame shivering. "Why can't you just allow me to get close. I'm not hurting you, see?" He pressed his rosey cheeked face into Trowa's chest, snuggling once again for warmth.
"This isn't right, Quatre.. I don't.." But despite his protests, Trowa found his arms gently encircling the form huddled against him. "For warmth. Just for warmth." He murmured softly.
~~~
"Trowa..."
"What is it, Quatre."
They sat huddled together by the hearth, and for the first time in a very long time, a contented expression was held in the emerald green depths of Trowa's eyes. He had rested his chin atop Quatre's head, dozing lightly as the small forms body drew heat from his, gradually returning it to share.
"What did you dream.. earlier today..?"
"It was nothing."
"You looked so.. afraid.. and.. I can't think of the word.. other than.. despair?"
A soft sigh escaped Trowa's lips as he shifted a bit for comfort. "Don't worry about it, Quatre.. it was just a dream."
"I was worried about you.. maybe it would make you feel better to talk about it.. sometimes.. you have that same look on your face when you sleep at night.. I try to wake you, but I'm always afraid that you will be upset with me for disturbing you. Sometimes.. when you cry out, I'll shake you and you seem to be alright."
Trowa was silent for a long moment. "I dream.. about the fire that took my parents."
"Ohh!" Quatre gasped softly, lifting his head to gaze up to his friend, compassion swimming in his eyes. "That is how they perished?"
A nod. "We had pitched a tent for the night.. I vaguely remember that we were travling.. and.. a latern must have been blown over.. in my dreams, a gust of wind rippled the side of the tent and that is what hit the latern.. and it caught the whole thing on fire.. my mother, she brought Catherine out.. and went back in to get me while my father did his best to put it out.. I remember.. the pain when something, perhaps a trunk.. or a piece of it, had fallen on my back.. it burnt me."
"Yes.. I've seen the scar on your back."
Trowa nodded once more. "The screams were terrible. My mother found me, she tried to get me out.. my father reached in and pulled me out, putting my back into the snow because it was on fire.. but my mother never came out. Catherine lifted me up and moved me, because even though it was at least two feet of snow on the ground, it was melting from the heat.. father had gone.. had tried to save mother, but.. no sooner than he had stepped in, the tent collasped.. there was no sound save for the burning of the tent. It's sad really.. I don't recall them.. what they look like, not in my waking state.. but I see them in my dreams.. it is if I can only remember them when I sleep.. and sometimes.. I don't want to sleep.. I don't want to remember them that way."
"Oh, Trowa.." Quatre reached up gently, wiping away a tear that traced slowly down Trowa's face. "That must have been a horrible thing to experiance. I'm so sorry." He whispered. "Please don't hide your pain.. I see you doing that now."
"It is nothing.. the past, nothing more."
"Please.. you can't deny your heart to mourn."
"I don't.. Quatre.. It's over. There is nothing to mourn." He jerked his head as another tear fell.
"One day, Trowa. You'll mourn and I will be right here to hold you up. I promise." He smiled softly up to his friend, feeling for the first time, Trowa's heart opening up to him.
~TBC
AN: Sappy? Sucky? Scrap? You decide. ^^v