You (Trowa's viewpoint)
By: Kurai No Tenshi (Kurainotenshi666@yahoo.com)
Rated: R for language
Author's Note: Thanks to those who reviewed Quatre's part. 'You' had been intended to be a one-shot thing, but I think I'll take it from all the viewpoints of the pilots... Hmmm... anyway, this is Trowa's Chapter. Hopefully I made up for a bit of the cruelty I showed him in the last one...
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Your tiny hand brushes across my back, and I fight the urge to respond. I want to roll over, take you in my arms, cover your body with mine... but I can't. Last time I went too far, I could've hurt you. A part of me wanted to hurt you. Something in your eyes... Such pure innocence... I didn't understand how it could exist, and I wanted to rip it from you, claim it for my own. I succeeded, partially. That spark is gone from your eyes when you look at me now, but instead of becoming part of me, it disappeared, swept away on the wind, like a note of a song that you wish to hold but a few seconds longer.
I feel you move now, leaving the bed, tiptoeing to the door. I bite my lip to keep from calling out to you. I wonder where you're going, what you're thinking. I wish things between us were different, that I could tell you all of the things you want to hear, but I can't. I'm not that person, not the prince in shining armor, come to rescue you from yourself, that you paint me to be. If ever I had a chance to find salvation, it was in you, but the chance is gone now.
You never understood. We're obsolete soldiers, banished to this house, because the world we fought to save can't look at us. They don't want us anymore. We were bred for one purpose, and that purpose has been served now. They don't need us. All we have is one another, the five of us, our souls eternally bound.
And now I have hurt you. Driven you from me, and I can't say I'm sorry, can't ask you to come back, because I might do it again. And I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have.
An hour passes. You return and take your place beside me once again. When I hear your breathing settle down, when I can tell you are truly asleep, I roll over. I curl your pale tresses around my finger. So soft, so pale, so perfect.
I wonder if maybe that sparkle, that glimmer is not lost. Maybe it's only buried, just beneath the surface. Maybe with a touch, a gentle kiss, I could bring it back, access it once again. I want to give it back, return what I tried to take from you.
But, for tonight, you sleep, and I long for you...
Author's Note: Thanks to those who reviewed Quatre's part. 'You' had been intended to be a one-shot thing, but I think I'll take it from all the viewpoints of the pilots... Hmmm... anyway, this is Trowa's Chapter. Hopefully I made up for a bit of the cruelty I showed him in the last one...
~*~*~
Your tiny hand brushes across my back, and I fight the urge to respond. I want to roll over, take you in my arms, cover your body with mine... but I can't. Last time I went too far, I could've hurt you. A part of me wanted to hurt you. Something in your eyes... Such pure innocence... I didn't understand how it could exist, and I wanted to rip it from you, claim it for my own. I succeeded, partially. That spark is gone from your eyes when you look at me now, but instead of becoming part of me, it disappeared, swept away on the wind, like a note of a song that you wish to hold but a few seconds longer.
I feel you move now, leaving the bed, tiptoeing to the door. I bite my lip to keep from calling out to you. I wonder where you're going, what you're thinking. I wish things between us were different, that I could tell you all of the things you want to hear, but I can't. I'm not that person, not the prince in shining armor, come to rescue you from yourself, that you paint me to be. If ever I had a chance to find salvation, it was in you, but the chance is gone now.
You never understood. We're obsolete soldiers, banished to this house, because the world we fought to save can't look at us. They don't want us anymore. We were bred for one purpose, and that purpose has been served now. They don't need us. All we have is one another, the five of us, our souls eternally bound.
And now I have hurt you. Driven you from me, and I can't say I'm sorry, can't ask you to come back, because I might do it again. And I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have.
An hour passes. You return and take your place beside me once again. When I hear your breathing settle down, when I can tell you are truly asleep, I roll over. I curl your pale tresses around my finger. So soft, so pale, so perfect.
I wonder if maybe that sparkle, that glimmer is not lost. Maybe it's only buried, just beneath the surface. Maybe with a touch, a gentle kiss, I could bring it back, access it once again. I want to give it back, return what I tried to take from you.
But, for tonight, you sleep, and I long for you...
