A/N: This took a weird and sad, sad turn. But, it is up to interpretation by the close.
Warning: Awesome-O says that this is GAY. Full of GAY. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I… I gots nothing. Really. Nothing. Sorry.
Summary: Challenge fic. 25 Random Words. The rules? Just use the word in a scene, sentence, or paragraph about the pairing. Chapter 10: Consolation.
Remember:
"Blah" – Speech
Blah –Thoughts/Emphasis
Blah – Self Explanatory
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10. Consolation
"Shadow…" Ike began, "Do you love me?" The young man was silent, staring out the window as cold sleet pelted it mercilessly. "Geor—"
"What?" it was snappish, the smoke curling out as he said it, much like a fire-breathing dragon. Which is probably what he was slowly becoming. A greedy, mythical thing that cared for nothing but destruction.
"Do you love me?" Ike was desperate, hand trembling on the doorknob.
"If it is any consolation," Shadow said, unwilling to look at the other man in the rundown hotel room, "I don't love anything."
"I… I…Nnnngh!" The sob was overpowered by a door slamming and a heart splintering.
Shadow's forehead hit the windowpane; paint peeled, smelling of lead, and another toxic breath was let out. "Fucking conformist…" make-up was running, echoing the light of the rain falling down the glass. Shadow was unsure who he was insulting.
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