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Beloved Enemy : By Tea
At first all it was, was red. So many shades; spilling, falling, falling away from. Then there were the details; a black coat draped over a slim form; long fingered hands clutching, trying to keep the blood in; a pale face tight with pain; wide eyes staring.
The young man sat up in his bed, wide-awake before the next beat of his heart. Instinctively he turned to his left, reaching out a hand to where his lover slept on. The peaceful look on the redhead's face replaced the one from the nightmare images.
After six months he still had it, the memory of when his lover nearly died.
With gentle fingers he brushed a lock of hair away from a pale smooth cheek. Barely touching, he ghosted his fingers along his lover's face in a soft caress, smiling at the irony.
That he the most violent of them all could be so gentle, so loving. He remembered the shocked looks on their faces when they had all found out. When a new rival had gotten a lucky shot and nearly destroyed his world.
Only one had remained impassive, clear-headed, called the ambulance, gotten help, and held his hand. For once Weiss and Schwartz had worked as one. What was the saying, that the only one closer then a friend is an enemy who knows you well.
His beloved enemy.
As his lover bled in his arms, he had prayed to a forsaken God. With red- tinged fingers his lover had caressed his cheek and whispered soft words that rang out loudly in the quiet street. The soft words that had changed his world, their world.
Those words that had freed them.
So now here he lay in the bed he shared with his lover. A bed draped in black and white and the palest of violets, to match his lover's eyes. Eyes that blinked open to stare at him.
"The nightmare again Jei?" Rasped a sleepy voice.
He could only nod and cup his lover's face in his hand.
His lover, who smiled his small soft smile, and then turning, curled into his scared arms.
Before falling back to sleep the violet-eyed young man heard a voice whisper in his ear, "My beloved enemy."
Beloved Enemy : By Tea
At first all it was, was red. So many shades; spilling, falling, falling away from. Then there were the details; a black coat draped over a slim form; long fingered hands clutching, trying to keep the blood in; a pale face tight with pain; wide eyes staring.
The young man sat up in his bed, wide-awake before the next beat of his heart. Instinctively he turned to his left, reaching out a hand to where his lover slept on. The peaceful look on the redhead's face replaced the one from the nightmare images.
After six months he still had it, the memory of when his lover nearly died.
With gentle fingers he brushed a lock of hair away from a pale smooth cheek. Barely touching, he ghosted his fingers along his lover's face in a soft caress, smiling at the irony.
That he the most violent of them all could be so gentle, so loving. He remembered the shocked looks on their faces when they had all found out. When a new rival had gotten a lucky shot and nearly destroyed his world.
Only one had remained impassive, clear-headed, called the ambulance, gotten help, and held his hand. For once Weiss and Schwartz had worked as one. What was the saying, that the only one closer then a friend is an enemy who knows you well.
His beloved enemy.
As his lover bled in his arms, he had prayed to a forsaken God. With red- tinged fingers his lover had caressed his cheek and whispered soft words that rang out loudly in the quiet street. The soft words that had changed his world, their world.
Those words that had freed them.
So now here he lay in the bed he shared with his lover. A bed draped in black and white and the palest of violets, to match his lover's eyes. Eyes that blinked open to stare at him.
"The nightmare again Jei?" Rasped a sleepy voice.
He could only nod and cup his lover's face in his hand.
His lover, who smiled his small soft smile, and then turning, curled into his scared arms.
Before falling back to sleep the violet-eyed young man heard a voice whisper in his ear, "My beloved enemy."