Title: Disappointed
Author: Lady Snowblossom
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tala/Bryan
Note: Tala's POV
Well, here I am, returning the favor. You've been sneaking into my room for weeks, now it's my turn. Some kind of bug is sweeping the Abbey, and just when most of the guards are down with whatever is laying low eighty percent of the population in this place; you just had to get sick too.
Dammit, Falcon! You've been driving me nuts for months! I am pretty damn sure that the next time I can catch you in one of the lower level rooms that isn't being monitored all the time, you and I are going to have a little discussion, that may result in me shoving something somewhere! Like my fist in your face. HA, bet you thought I'd say something else! Well, yeah, I do want to shove that somewhere, but that's not what I had in mind for our little discussion.
Oh, about that little bet of laundry vs. dishes, you lose. I'm not shocked. And it doesn't surprise me, that it took you awhile to realize that you loved me. Look how long it took Boris to teach you to tie your shoes. Ohh, am I gonna pay for that one, if you ever find out about it, that is. No, I'm not shocked - I'm disappointed.
Really I am. How could you think I was so shallow? Let me set you straight on a few things: first off, I am NOT pining for that two-faced liar, Kai. My crush on him was over long ago. Secondly, I hate the color blue! So, I'm glad you won't be painting blue wedges on your face; besides wouldn't they clash with your hair color? And while we're on the subject, what's wrong with my hairstyle? I think it looks great! You might want to let yours grow out a little. I mean; how could I run my fingers through those dinky locks of yours! Thirdly, where the hell do you get off suggesting I'm a gold digger! I ought to punch your lights out for that one!
I guess by now, you've figured out that I was awake the other night. Heh, you should have seen your face, when you thought I was waking up. Now, I know what a deer in the headlights looks like.
Where was I? Oh, yeah, my fourth point, and I do have one. I did so notice how fast Kai raced to Rei's side. A blind man would have seen that streak of lightening and I ain't blind! Let me say this again, just so I'll know it'll sink into that block of cement you call a head; I . . . am . . . not . . . pining . . . for . . . Kai! Rei can have him, and good riddance!
What you don't know is how badly I wanted to do the same for you. I stood there clenching my fists and desperately yearning to hold you; like Kai was holding Rei, but I knew you were going to be in enough trouble, without my adding to it: with 'unacceptable displays of emotional weakness.' So, I pretended to be indifferent to what had happened to you, and just glared over at the Bladebreakers, who were doing their fair share of glaring back at us.
I'll bet you didn't know I had nightmares about that night. Nightmares of watching you falling, screaming my name and reaching for me; and I could only stand there frozen; I just couldn't move. Sweet Christ, my hands are shaking, so I think I'll leave that thought, or else I'll be having nightmares tonight.
Now, about your offer to be my blanket; got one. And I can defend myself, thank you. However, I wouldn't mind having a slave, and yes, a lover. Just sign on the dotted line and I'll take possession, anytime you're ready.
And yes, I'd say the little snake knows; since he startled the bejeezus out of me the other day, when he asked me if you and I had got around to shagging yet; then he winked. And yes, the tarp would be a very bad idea; Sergei would feed it to you. So, I don't think you'd better risk it. There is no need to get the whale worked up.
So, now that we've got that all cleared up, let's go on to other things, shall we.
It really hurts that you think I don't notice you. I notice everything about you. The way you sit with your chin on your hand and tap at your cheek, when you're deep in thought. Or, how about the way your hips swing when you prowl down the halls. Or, how about the fact, I know you like to suck on pen caps. I know of your secret passion for carving tiny wooden animals. I even know you jokingly refer to them in the privacy of your room, as your 'children.' Does that sound like I don't notice you?
And what's this about being emotionless? Maybe it seems that way to those who don't know you, but to us . . . Bry, I've seen you smile at the rabbits playing in the grass that circles the cemetery. Someday, when we're free, I'll tell you how sweet I think your singing is. And what about the tiny animals you secretly carve? I know that when you have about ten or twelve done; you dodge the security cameras and sneak out on a moonless night and toss your 'children' over the fence, as far as you can in several places, so some part of you will be free.
I doubt that any of the finders know that those tiny treasures they hold were created by one of the notorious Demolition Boys. And I've seen the soft light in your eyes, when we're out in the yard and some kid finds one and scrambles off, shouting with glee; followed by the envious calls of kids, who weren't so lucky. No, my love, you may play the part of the ice- hearted bastard, but we both know better.
You're wheezing; the harsh raspy sound fills the room. That's not one of the symptoms the others are showing; what have you got? Trust you to be different; you just can't do things the way everyone else does, can you? The few guards there are, are staggering their patrols, so I'm going to have to wait till they go pass, before I can go for medical help. I'll bring Evgeny down here to look at you. Thank god, he will come without asking questions; and since its' long past curfew, no questions is exactly what I need.
And since, I have time to kill, let me tell you about how I'd tell my loved one, that I loved him. You told me yours, so now I'll tell you mine. And don't give me any lip about you were asleep. You thought I was, so fair's fair.
I might have known the moon would figure somewhere in your dream of seducing me. How you love that silvery glow, it's too bad this room gets so little of it. Maybe, someday you can move to another room with a better view, like mine.
You love the moon, and I love the sun, so forgive me if the sun figures in my seduction of you.
I'd pick you up an hour before dawn; so we could make it to the beach in time to watch the sunrise. Once we got there, I'd grab the picnic basket, I've prepared and a blanket. Leaving the car, I'd lead you to a spot just above the high tide line and spread out the blanket.
It would be quiet with only the sound of the waves caressing the shore, and a few early bird calls to disturb the hush the earth gets just before the sun springs forth. As a soft breeze ruffles your hair, I'll lay out the meal, I've carefully chosen. There would be a selection of your favorite treats, and a thermos of the best coffee I can buy.
And since neither of us are much into conversation, we'd sit there in comfortable silence watching as the sky begins to turn orange and red, I'd scoot closer to you and gently put my arm around your shoulders and draw you to me.
Once you're settled against my chest, I'd whisper to you to just listen, and let my heart tell you what I want most of all to say, and don't know how. While you listen, I'd gently slid my hand up under your shirt, so I could caress the soft skin of your lower back, and quietly I'd nuzzle the top of your head.
If you don't shy away from me, just as the sun begins to crest, I'd slid a finger under your chin and raise your head, so that we are eye-to-eye and then I'd lean down and softly claim you, as the sun springs fully forth; bathing us in glorious light.
That is what I hope for us, when we're free. Ah, hell! What is that rattling sound? Dammit! I don't care about the risk anymore, I'm going for Evgeny, right now! Hang on, Bry! Please! For me! For us!
I'm sorry, I said I was disappointed in you. You have never disappointed me.
I swear to you, I will be back tonight.
Author: Lady Snowblossom
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tala/Bryan
Note: Tala's POV
Well, here I am, returning the favor. You've been sneaking into my room for weeks, now it's my turn. Some kind of bug is sweeping the Abbey, and just when most of the guards are down with whatever is laying low eighty percent of the population in this place; you just had to get sick too.
Dammit, Falcon! You've been driving me nuts for months! I am pretty damn sure that the next time I can catch you in one of the lower level rooms that isn't being monitored all the time, you and I are going to have a little discussion, that may result in me shoving something somewhere! Like my fist in your face. HA, bet you thought I'd say something else! Well, yeah, I do want to shove that somewhere, but that's not what I had in mind for our little discussion.
Oh, about that little bet of laundry vs. dishes, you lose. I'm not shocked. And it doesn't surprise me, that it took you awhile to realize that you loved me. Look how long it took Boris to teach you to tie your shoes. Ohh, am I gonna pay for that one, if you ever find out about it, that is. No, I'm not shocked - I'm disappointed.
Really I am. How could you think I was so shallow? Let me set you straight on a few things: first off, I am NOT pining for that two-faced liar, Kai. My crush on him was over long ago. Secondly, I hate the color blue! So, I'm glad you won't be painting blue wedges on your face; besides wouldn't they clash with your hair color? And while we're on the subject, what's wrong with my hairstyle? I think it looks great! You might want to let yours grow out a little. I mean; how could I run my fingers through those dinky locks of yours! Thirdly, where the hell do you get off suggesting I'm a gold digger! I ought to punch your lights out for that one!
I guess by now, you've figured out that I was awake the other night. Heh, you should have seen your face, when you thought I was waking up. Now, I know what a deer in the headlights looks like.
Where was I? Oh, yeah, my fourth point, and I do have one. I did so notice how fast Kai raced to Rei's side. A blind man would have seen that streak of lightening and I ain't blind! Let me say this again, just so I'll know it'll sink into that block of cement you call a head; I . . . am . . . not . . . pining . . . for . . . Kai! Rei can have him, and good riddance!
What you don't know is how badly I wanted to do the same for you. I stood there clenching my fists and desperately yearning to hold you; like Kai was holding Rei, but I knew you were going to be in enough trouble, without my adding to it: with 'unacceptable displays of emotional weakness.' So, I pretended to be indifferent to what had happened to you, and just glared over at the Bladebreakers, who were doing their fair share of glaring back at us.
I'll bet you didn't know I had nightmares about that night. Nightmares of watching you falling, screaming my name and reaching for me; and I could only stand there frozen; I just couldn't move. Sweet Christ, my hands are shaking, so I think I'll leave that thought, or else I'll be having nightmares tonight.
Now, about your offer to be my blanket; got one. And I can defend myself, thank you. However, I wouldn't mind having a slave, and yes, a lover. Just sign on the dotted line and I'll take possession, anytime you're ready.
And yes, I'd say the little snake knows; since he startled the bejeezus out of me the other day, when he asked me if you and I had got around to shagging yet; then he winked. And yes, the tarp would be a very bad idea; Sergei would feed it to you. So, I don't think you'd better risk it. There is no need to get the whale worked up.
So, now that we've got that all cleared up, let's go on to other things, shall we.
It really hurts that you think I don't notice you. I notice everything about you. The way you sit with your chin on your hand and tap at your cheek, when you're deep in thought. Or, how about the way your hips swing when you prowl down the halls. Or, how about the fact, I know you like to suck on pen caps. I know of your secret passion for carving tiny wooden animals. I even know you jokingly refer to them in the privacy of your room, as your 'children.' Does that sound like I don't notice you?
And what's this about being emotionless? Maybe it seems that way to those who don't know you, but to us . . . Bry, I've seen you smile at the rabbits playing in the grass that circles the cemetery. Someday, when we're free, I'll tell you how sweet I think your singing is. And what about the tiny animals you secretly carve? I know that when you have about ten or twelve done; you dodge the security cameras and sneak out on a moonless night and toss your 'children' over the fence, as far as you can in several places, so some part of you will be free.
I doubt that any of the finders know that those tiny treasures they hold were created by one of the notorious Demolition Boys. And I've seen the soft light in your eyes, when we're out in the yard and some kid finds one and scrambles off, shouting with glee; followed by the envious calls of kids, who weren't so lucky. No, my love, you may play the part of the ice- hearted bastard, but we both know better.
You're wheezing; the harsh raspy sound fills the room. That's not one of the symptoms the others are showing; what have you got? Trust you to be different; you just can't do things the way everyone else does, can you? The few guards there are, are staggering their patrols, so I'm going to have to wait till they go pass, before I can go for medical help. I'll bring Evgeny down here to look at you. Thank god, he will come without asking questions; and since its' long past curfew, no questions is exactly what I need.
And since, I have time to kill, let me tell you about how I'd tell my loved one, that I loved him. You told me yours, so now I'll tell you mine. And don't give me any lip about you were asleep. You thought I was, so fair's fair.
I might have known the moon would figure somewhere in your dream of seducing me. How you love that silvery glow, it's too bad this room gets so little of it. Maybe, someday you can move to another room with a better view, like mine.
You love the moon, and I love the sun, so forgive me if the sun figures in my seduction of you.
I'd pick you up an hour before dawn; so we could make it to the beach in time to watch the sunrise. Once we got there, I'd grab the picnic basket, I've prepared and a blanket. Leaving the car, I'd lead you to a spot just above the high tide line and spread out the blanket.
It would be quiet with only the sound of the waves caressing the shore, and a few early bird calls to disturb the hush the earth gets just before the sun springs forth. As a soft breeze ruffles your hair, I'll lay out the meal, I've carefully chosen. There would be a selection of your favorite treats, and a thermos of the best coffee I can buy.
And since neither of us are much into conversation, we'd sit there in comfortable silence watching as the sky begins to turn orange and red, I'd scoot closer to you and gently put my arm around your shoulders and draw you to me.
Once you're settled against my chest, I'd whisper to you to just listen, and let my heart tell you what I want most of all to say, and don't know how. While you listen, I'd gently slid my hand up under your shirt, so I could caress the soft skin of your lower back, and quietly I'd nuzzle the top of your head.
If you don't shy away from me, just as the sun begins to crest, I'd slid a finger under your chin and raise your head, so that we are eye-to-eye and then I'd lean down and softly claim you, as the sun springs fully forth; bathing us in glorious light.
That is what I hope for us, when we're free. Ah, hell! What is that rattling sound? Dammit! I don't care about the risk anymore, I'm going for Evgeny, right now! Hang on, Bry! Please! For me! For us!
I'm sorry, I said I was disappointed in you. You have never disappointed me.
I swear to you, I will be back tonight.