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With that, Duo whirled away and went off to his room. Wufei merely eyed the two lover's left standing and gaping at where their braided friend had been, muttered something about the weakness of those who show their emotions, and the injustice of it all, and stalked away. When the last echoes of the two pilots had died, Quatre pushed himself back into Trowa's arms. Trowa welcomed the warmth of his koibito's body. Even though he was holding his lover, Quatre couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
The cold metal of the prison floor chilled Heero's flesh as he lay still, biting back sobs of pain. The dim lights creeping through the corridor set firework explosions off behind his bruised, exhausted eyelids. He lay in the darkness doing the one thing he swore he'd never do again...he closed his eyes and prayed to whatever supreme being might be listening to save him from hell.
The fire flickered in front of two violet eyes. It danced and sang while slowly consuming the now blackened matchstick before being thrust upon a candle wick. The smooth wooden beads were caressed lightly between Duo Maxwell's fingers before they, and the crucifix which lay between them were raised before an upturned face and pleading lips. I know You are there, and I know I've been neglecting You. I also know something is terribly wrong with him, with Heero. He hasn't reported in, but please save him. I love him...it's a sin, I know, and I'd gladly burn in whatever hell is there for him...but please. I've never asked for much, but I turn to you, Oh, God, in my deepest hour....Save him, please.... With those words came a prayer he hadn't uttered in ages, but one that had been drilled into him for many years. Hail Mary, full of grace The Lord is with thee... Blessed art Thou amongst women, And blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus Holy Mary, mother of God, Pray for us sinners now, And at the hour of our deaths, Amen..... His reverent prayers went on and on, and saw the coming of the new day, as he sat in his desperate vigil.
With that, Duo whirled away and went off to his room. Wufei merely eyed the two lover's left standing and gaping at where their braided friend had been, muttered something about the weakness of those who show their emotions, and the injustice of it all, and stalked away. When the last echoes of the two pilots had died, Quatre pushed himself back into Trowa's arms. Trowa welcomed the warmth of his koibito's body. Even though he was holding his lover, Quatre couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
The cold metal of the prison floor chilled Heero's flesh as he lay still, biting back sobs of pain. The dim lights creeping through the corridor set firework explosions off behind his bruised, exhausted eyelids. He lay in the darkness doing the one thing he swore he'd never do again...he closed his eyes and prayed to whatever supreme being might be listening to save him from hell.
The fire flickered in front of two violet eyes. It danced and sang while slowly consuming the now blackened matchstick before being thrust upon a candle wick. The smooth wooden beads were caressed lightly between Duo Maxwell's fingers before they, and the crucifix which lay between them were raised before an upturned face and pleading lips. I know You are there, and I know I've been neglecting You. I also know something is terribly wrong with him, with Heero. He hasn't reported in, but please save him. I love him...it's a sin, I know, and I'd gladly burn in whatever hell is there for him...but please. I've never asked for much, but I turn to you, Oh, God, in my deepest hour....Save him, please.... With those words came a prayer he hadn't uttered in ages, but one that had been drilled into him for many years. Hail Mary, full of grace The Lord is with thee... Blessed art Thou amongst women, And blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus Holy Mary, mother of God, Pray for us sinners now, And at the hour of our deaths, Amen..... His reverent prayers went on and on, and saw the coming of the new day, as he sat in his desperate vigil.