Wufei went downstairs slowly, looking for Duo but afraid to find him. Eventually he did; Duo was in the basement practicing pattern dances with a stolen scythe. Wufei felt his heart drop and his stomach flip at the sight.
In his standard all-black garb, with his hat and bangs shadowing his face and obscuring his eyes, and swinging around a sharp scythe, Duo looked much like the God of Death, and Wufei wondered if there were more to those idle boasts than he and the others had thought.
Duo's mouth was set in grim determination, and Wufei would have left if Duo hadn't already noticed him and scowled. Of course, after that scowl, Duo had ignored him, but if Wufei just left... he couldn't. He would have to talk now, rather than wait for a less inopportune time.
"Duo. Please, talk to me. Your silence is killing me." Wufei struggled to keep his normal tone, and thought he did fairly well. Perhaps too well, Duo shook his head. Duo could hear the melancholy undertones in his friend's voice, but he wouldn't give in so easily.
Wufei sighed, Duo was as stubborn as a mule, and it was clear he would not accept such a comment. "Please, Duo. I'm truly sorry for what I said; there's nothing I regret having done more! Don't ice me out like this Duo, please!" At first his voice stayed strong, but as Duo continued ignoring him and working with his scythe, Wufei slowly reduced himself to a begging, desperate tone. Wufei felt shame corrupt him, and tears gathered in his eyes again, and he wondered when had he gotten so emotional. A blush grew in his cheeks and he turned down his face.
Duo's boots clicked towards him across the tile floor, and Duo's hand appeared under his chin, tilting his face up eye to eye. Wufei felt his heart stop, as Duo brought up his hands to gently wipe away the tears, his other hand still carefully grasping the scythe. Duo's gorgeous blue-violet eyes showed sympathy, which lifted Wufei's desperate heart till he saw the fortitude still present in them also. Duo turned and walked away, returning to his practice. Wufei watched a moment before he left, fraught with despair.
In his standard all-black garb, with his hat and bangs shadowing his face and obscuring his eyes, and swinging around a sharp scythe, Duo looked much like the God of Death, and Wufei wondered if there were more to those idle boasts than he and the others had thought.
Duo's mouth was set in grim determination, and Wufei would have left if Duo hadn't already noticed him and scowled. Of course, after that scowl, Duo had ignored him, but if Wufei just left... he couldn't. He would have to talk now, rather than wait for a less inopportune time.
"Duo. Please, talk to me. Your silence is killing me." Wufei struggled to keep his normal tone, and thought he did fairly well. Perhaps too well, Duo shook his head. Duo could hear the melancholy undertones in his friend's voice, but he wouldn't give in so easily.
Wufei sighed, Duo was as stubborn as a mule, and it was clear he would not accept such a comment. "Please, Duo. I'm truly sorry for what I said; there's nothing I regret having done more! Don't ice me out like this Duo, please!" At first his voice stayed strong, but as Duo continued ignoring him and working with his scythe, Wufei slowly reduced himself to a begging, desperate tone. Wufei felt shame corrupt him, and tears gathered in his eyes again, and he wondered when had he gotten so emotional. A blush grew in his cheeks and he turned down his face.
Duo's boots clicked towards him across the tile floor, and Duo's hand appeared under his chin, tilting his face up eye to eye. Wufei felt his heart stop, as Duo brought up his hands to gently wipe away the tears, his other hand still carefully grasping the scythe. Duo's gorgeous blue-violet eyes showed sympathy, which lifted Wufei's desperate heart till he saw the fortitude still present in them also. Duo turned and walked away, returning to his practice. Wufei watched a moment before he left, fraught with despair.