Silence

By: Silent Lullaby

I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.

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I couldn't resist the tug at my lips when the blonde beauty before me slid his slender arms around me. It sent shivers down my spine and a warm sensation filled the void that had lived in me for so long.

I stared at his slim frame and breathtaking eyes. They were even more amazing up close. When I watched him in the shadows his eyes had been spheres of deep blue. Now I could see they were as intricately colored as the sea. In the pools of sapphire blue were willow branches of deep green playing with the frothy pale colors of white and blue. I wanted nothing more than to drown in the sea of his eyes for an eternity.

If his ethereal beauty was not enough to intoxicate me his smell bound me to him better than any chain. His scent was of rose petals and the ocean. Cool and crisp with an alluring aroma that left me in a daze.

He sighed softly and tugged at my arm, leading me into the room that was to be mine. I glanced down the hall and smiled. Perhaps I could glance into his room and peek at his sleeping form. As fairy like as he was when awake he must be simply angelic in the embrace of slumber.

"You need to put away your things and get ready to meet my sisters. They're nice though a bit over enthusiastic. I'm sure you'll like them though. "

I smiled and placed a gentle kiss upon his soft cheek as I pushed open my door. My lips twitched upward until I couldn't resist their pull. Quatre looked adorable with his cheeks tinged pink and an odd smile on his Cupid's bow lips.

As we passed the threshold I could help but stare at my surroundings. There were three enormous windows, each with intricate wood carvings etched in their frames. The one over the bed held a stained glass picture of two angels. One with white wings and the other with blue. The bed itself was massive. It was made of cherry wood; the colors brilliantly stood out in the sunlight form the window. The covers and pillow we a matching dark green. A similar green colored the carpet beneath my feet. Everywhere I looked in the room was elegance and beauty. In the silver colored mirror to the wooden dresser.

I looked down at Quatre, his expression seemed distressed. That expression didn't belong on his angelic face. I bent down and nuzzled his soft cheek, smiling against the warm skin.

"There are cloths in the dresser and closet. The formal wear should be to the left side of the closet. I'll get ready while you put away your things and prepare."

He leaned into my touch and smiled before kissing my cheek and walking out of the room.

I stared after him and returned to my mask of indifference. Quatre had removed it as if it were nothing. As if it weren't a face of stone I had created for years to protect myself from the world. I was glad he did. It felt good to be free from it but years of practice could not be erased so quickly so the mask slid into place. I was like a solider a fighter when away from the blonde, but in his presence I turned into a poetic lover. I looked at the angels in the window and barely managed to hold back the smile. Turning I moved to get ready. I wanted to give a good first impression. I wanted to be able to stay with Quatre.

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I closed the bathroom door and walked up to the blonde boy. He twisted the end of his tie nervously as his eyes became stormed over with an unknown worry. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kissed his soft golden hair. Hoping to ease his fears, my lips moved to his ear and I mouthed on it a simple message. Don't worry my angel.

His worried look washed away leaving a smile and a kiss upon my cheek for a reply. We walked unconsciously toward the dinning room, my arm still around his slender shoulders. It was amazing how things seem to turn out. I had watched Quatre from the shadows for such a long time. I listened to him talk to the air, watched him pour his heart into a dance, and seen him shed crystal tears. I had wanted to talk with him, dance beside him, and hold his close and kiss his tears away. Now, I could have that opportunity and I was thankful for it.

The door of the dinning room came into view and I let my arm fall from Quatre's shoulders to my side before I opened the door to my future. A future with Quatre.