Title: Frustrated
Author: Lady Snowblossom
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tala/Bryan
Note: Bryan's POV
I crept in again to stand in the shadows and watch you sleep. Try as I may, I can't help it. Something about you draws me, like moth to the flame. Apt description don't you think with your hair color? Your hair, I hate the style you wear it in, I don't think it does anything for you, but of course I'm not the best judge of what's stylish, now am I?
Just look at what I wear, I mean, everything looks oversized from my jacket to my boots, sometimes I feel like I'm a quart size Sergei; and considering he wears army rip-off's that's something of a compliment.
Why does that idiot, Boris feel we have to do everything bigger than anyone else anyway? Gods, now I'm babbling! And it's your fault! Do you have any idea how shocked I was when I finally realized I was in love with you? I'd bet a week's worth of laundry duty against a month of doing the dishes in the kitchen, you'd have no idea. And why would you? You're too wrapped up in pining after that loser, Kai.
What do you see in him, anyway? What does he have that I don't? Can't be the personality, he's almost as cold as I am. Can't be our looks, 'cuz and pardon my moment of vanity, I don't think he's better looking than I am. In all honesty, I'd say we were even, there. Is it the paint on his face? Sorry, but I don't do make-up. Is it his money, or rather, his grandfather's money, you're after. Never took you for the gold-digger type. But, hey! After the hell, that miserable, old fart has put us thorough; at least one of us deserves something good from him, right?
Jesus, I'm STILL babbling. I have got to get a grip, here. This isn't like me, I'm the emotionless one, the one everybody hates, aren't I? After all, I'm the one, who put poor little goody-two shoes Rei in the hospital.
Did you see how fast Kai moved, when Rei went down? I'll bet you didn't, you have a real talent for not seeing what you don't want to. Wake up, Tala! Your Prince Charming has the hots for that golden-eye cat-boy and he isn't ever gonna notice you!
He might not notice you, but I do and I'm right here. Waiting with open arms and heart, all it would take would be just one word from you and I'd be your blanket, defender, slave, or if its' not to much to ask, lover. Hell, I'll be anything you want me to be, if you'd just notice me!
Shit! I spoke too loudly and you're stirring, mumbling something in your sleep. I'll just stand here silent for awhile and watch you, like I've done every night for the past few weeks; maybe you'll settle down soon.
One of these nights I'm going to get caught, then my ass will be in the sling, again. So, like what else is new, right. R-i-i-i-ght, anyway I originally came in here just to watch you sleep. When you're asleep, no one would know how close to madness you walk; the devil in you hides and the angel comes out. My angel; or you would be if I could get you to love me.
Ian, the little toad, knows something, every time he looks at me, he smirks. If that little snake thinks he's gonna blackmail me, I'll have to remind him what it feels like to be shut naked, bound and gagged in a packing crate and left in the snow and this time I'll put a damn tarp over the little shit, so Sergei can't find him so quickly.
Hmm, maybe the tarp wouldn't be such a good idea. Sergei never was good at finding things unless they're right under his nose. I'd hate to lose the little shit to hypothermia, much as I hate to say it, but things just wouldn't be right, not having Ian around to use as a punching bag, when Sergei isn't looking.
The moonlight is falling on your bed, I wonder what you'd look like naked, and writhing under me in that light. Positively delicious, I'll be willing to bet.
AGGH! Why do I torture myself, like this? I need to face facts here, until Kai is proven to be completely beyond your reach, read that-dead, you will never give up hope that he'll come crawling back to the Abbey and you.
Dammit! I'm talking too loudly again, you're beginning to get restless. I know you can sense something isn't right, and you'll wake up soon. I've got to get out of here, before that happens. I don't know what I'd say, if you found me here. Knowing me and my big mouth, it would be good.
I think the reason I can't tell you, when you're awake that I love you, is this place. There's too much pain here, too much sorrow and despair, not the best atmosphere for romance. Someday, mind you, I think I'll bring up the subject of how we would tell the person we loved, that we loved them and tell you my dream. Just for a laugh, you know, no one has to know the laugh would be on me.
We'd go for a moonlight walk along the river and if the gods are smiling on me, it'll rain, and we'll be trapped in a cave, where I'll have to cuddle you to keep you warm. I'd pretend it was out of mere necessity, so I won't scare you off. After while, I'd accidentally stroke your long back and ever so lightly brush my hand against your beautiful bottom.
If that didn't earn me a punch in the nose, or a kick in the stomach, I'd brush your hair out of your eyes and lean down and try to steal a quick kiss. And if that didn't get me killed, I'd grip the back of your head and kiss you a little harder; flicking my tongue against your lips until you let me in.
AND if that didn't cause me to be incinerated on the spot, I'd let you go long enough to lay my jacket on the ground, so I could lay you back and claim your mouth again, while my hands explore your hidden treasures.
Ah, dammit! Guess I'll being having a five-finger date again tonight. I rub my hand over my straining pants and growl with frustration. There goes the two o'clock bell, I've got to go, the guards will be making the rounds soon, and I don't want to get caught here.
I don't care about me, but you'd get in trouble, as well, and I don't want that. I can't stand it, when they hurt you, because of me. One of these days, I'll see them all in hell for the pain they've caused you. I promise.
One last look and I'm gone.
Until tomorrow night.
Author: Lady Snowblossom
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tala/Bryan
Note: Bryan's POV
I crept in again to stand in the shadows and watch you sleep. Try as I may, I can't help it. Something about you draws me, like moth to the flame. Apt description don't you think with your hair color? Your hair, I hate the style you wear it in, I don't think it does anything for you, but of course I'm not the best judge of what's stylish, now am I?
Just look at what I wear, I mean, everything looks oversized from my jacket to my boots, sometimes I feel like I'm a quart size Sergei; and considering he wears army rip-off's that's something of a compliment.
Why does that idiot, Boris feel we have to do everything bigger than anyone else anyway? Gods, now I'm babbling! And it's your fault! Do you have any idea how shocked I was when I finally realized I was in love with you? I'd bet a week's worth of laundry duty against a month of doing the dishes in the kitchen, you'd have no idea. And why would you? You're too wrapped up in pining after that loser, Kai.
What do you see in him, anyway? What does he have that I don't? Can't be the personality, he's almost as cold as I am. Can't be our looks, 'cuz and pardon my moment of vanity, I don't think he's better looking than I am. In all honesty, I'd say we were even, there. Is it the paint on his face? Sorry, but I don't do make-up. Is it his money, or rather, his grandfather's money, you're after. Never took you for the gold-digger type. But, hey! After the hell, that miserable, old fart has put us thorough; at least one of us deserves something good from him, right?
Jesus, I'm STILL babbling. I have got to get a grip, here. This isn't like me, I'm the emotionless one, the one everybody hates, aren't I? After all, I'm the one, who put poor little goody-two shoes Rei in the hospital.
Did you see how fast Kai moved, when Rei went down? I'll bet you didn't, you have a real talent for not seeing what you don't want to. Wake up, Tala! Your Prince Charming has the hots for that golden-eye cat-boy and he isn't ever gonna notice you!
He might not notice you, but I do and I'm right here. Waiting with open arms and heart, all it would take would be just one word from you and I'd be your blanket, defender, slave, or if its' not to much to ask, lover. Hell, I'll be anything you want me to be, if you'd just notice me!
Shit! I spoke too loudly and you're stirring, mumbling something in your sleep. I'll just stand here silent for awhile and watch you, like I've done every night for the past few weeks; maybe you'll settle down soon.
One of these nights I'm going to get caught, then my ass will be in the sling, again. So, like what else is new, right. R-i-i-i-ght, anyway I originally came in here just to watch you sleep. When you're asleep, no one would know how close to madness you walk; the devil in you hides and the angel comes out. My angel; or you would be if I could get you to love me.
Ian, the little toad, knows something, every time he looks at me, he smirks. If that little snake thinks he's gonna blackmail me, I'll have to remind him what it feels like to be shut naked, bound and gagged in a packing crate and left in the snow and this time I'll put a damn tarp over the little shit, so Sergei can't find him so quickly.
Hmm, maybe the tarp wouldn't be such a good idea. Sergei never was good at finding things unless they're right under his nose. I'd hate to lose the little shit to hypothermia, much as I hate to say it, but things just wouldn't be right, not having Ian around to use as a punching bag, when Sergei isn't looking.
The moonlight is falling on your bed, I wonder what you'd look like naked, and writhing under me in that light. Positively delicious, I'll be willing to bet.
AGGH! Why do I torture myself, like this? I need to face facts here, until Kai is proven to be completely beyond your reach, read that-dead, you will never give up hope that he'll come crawling back to the Abbey and you.
Dammit! I'm talking too loudly again, you're beginning to get restless. I know you can sense something isn't right, and you'll wake up soon. I've got to get out of here, before that happens. I don't know what I'd say, if you found me here. Knowing me and my big mouth, it would be good.
I think the reason I can't tell you, when you're awake that I love you, is this place. There's too much pain here, too much sorrow and despair, not the best atmosphere for romance. Someday, mind you, I think I'll bring up the subject of how we would tell the person we loved, that we loved them and tell you my dream. Just for a laugh, you know, no one has to know the laugh would be on me.
We'd go for a moonlight walk along the river and if the gods are smiling on me, it'll rain, and we'll be trapped in a cave, where I'll have to cuddle you to keep you warm. I'd pretend it was out of mere necessity, so I won't scare you off. After while, I'd accidentally stroke your long back and ever so lightly brush my hand against your beautiful bottom.
If that didn't earn me a punch in the nose, or a kick in the stomach, I'd brush your hair out of your eyes and lean down and try to steal a quick kiss. And if that didn't get me killed, I'd grip the back of your head and kiss you a little harder; flicking my tongue against your lips until you let me in.
AND if that didn't cause me to be incinerated on the spot, I'd let you go long enough to lay my jacket on the ground, so I could lay you back and claim your mouth again, while my hands explore your hidden treasures.
Ah, dammit! Guess I'll being having a five-finger date again tonight. I rub my hand over my straining pants and growl with frustration. There goes the two o'clock bell, I've got to go, the guards will be making the rounds soon, and I don't want to get caught here.
I don't care about me, but you'd get in trouble, as well, and I don't want that. I can't stand it, when they hurt you, because of me. One of these days, I'll see them all in hell for the pain they've caused you. I promise.
One last look and I'm gone.
Until tomorrow night.