Title: A Storm At Sea
Author: Nikki
Disclaimer: not mine nor will it ever be mine
Warning: angst, character death
Summary: a stormy sea brings on thoughts long past Authors note: well I wrote this duh but I didn't truly write it till my bestest best bud Q-ball beta'ed it thanks Q-ball
Storm At Sea
It's a stormy day. The clouds are black overhead, and the waves below crash like war against the earth. The rows of houses along the edges of the beach stand like silent sentinels, almost like they were stopping the very waves from moving over the land in their heated fury. Yet from one of these silent houses, a man appears. Caring neither about the cold bite of the wind, nor the very sea itself, he stumbles down the sloop, the sand shifting under his feet, before he stops and just gazes out towards the horizon.'You once told me that you had never seen the sea; never had it splash against your ankles. I guess that's one of the reasons that I'm standing here on this wind torn sand, looking out at the waves. I had never realised just how beautiful they could be in a storm; in a way, they remind me of you. How they can be so calm one moment and then the next, a force more deadly then Voldemort. I guess that that's why I love standing here letting the wind blow my hair and the sea water hit my face; maybe I think that if I stand here long enough, then it will just be me and the waves.
'I know what you would be thinking if I said that, and you would be right. I am nothing but a hopeless dreamer—but then, with the war, and so many gone, would you really take it away? I had asked you once, and you just looked at me. Didn't even say a word; just put your paper down, came over, and held me. I had never felt so safe or so loved until that moment. It was then that our relationship changed. We no longer danced around each other; it was war, and I think we had decided that if one of us was going to die then we would rather die happily, knowing that somewhere, someone would mourn for who we really were, and not what the papers made of us.
'I find it funny that for two people who had never thought they would live to see the end of it, we did. What were we to do? We hadn't planned on living after that. That was what others were supposed to do; but we're here, the war is finished, we've played our parts.... Who knows, maybe we can get what we both want: Freedom. Freedom to be ourselves; not having to hide behind masks and hatred when the world is watching. And yet, when it's just me and you, when there is nothing else, nothing that we have to hide... some say that is freedom. I say that is peace, but not freedom.
'You're probably awake now, in our bed, wondering where I am yet too comfy to move and let the coldness bite into your skin. I used to tease you about that, but then you told me when you've done nothing except live your life in the cold, you will take all the warmth you can get.'
The man smiles suddenly, as if a thought amused him. Just as he turns around, another man makes his presence known by wrapping his arms around the first and leaning down. We hear the soft whispers:
"And what are you smiling like the devil for?" He delivers this with a soft kiss just below the earlobe, making the man in his arms shiver. The black- haired man turns in the second's embrace and locks his sparkling green eyes with the grey of his lover's.
"The first time I kept you warm." Leaning forward, he captures the other's lips.
In the horizon, the sea is calming and the sun is setting, leaving the two silhouetted against a clear sky and a calm sea; knowing that at any moment it can be a frothing fighting force, almost like their battles, and their love.