Trobed ficlets - the prompt list is over on DA (made by LooLa-Bean)

This is troy x abed. Unbeta'd. (if interested, PM me)

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Rejection

There's not a single cell in Troy's body in which any semblance of fear resides. He knows Abed well enough to see that he loves him too. So when he takes Abed's hand for the first time, and Abed smiles back at him in that way which is both minute and effortless, he is not at all surprised.

Anger

Abed doesn't understand anger. He knows why it occurs, and he can read the signs, (in Troy's case, at least) but he doesn't completely understand its purpose. Of course, anger is a distorted version of passion, which is a wonderful and necessary thing, but why allow that emotion to be tainted with such negativity? It's beautiful though, he acquiesces. It can turn a face of stone into something else entirely; something vivid and livid and intense. Anger is neither good nor bad, he thinks. But it is.

Dusk

Troy is the day and Abed is the night. The place where they meet is a mesmerizingly beautiful dawn.

Fight or Flight

This is it; the pivotal moment. This is it; fight or flight. Here we are, at the proverbial corner, and just look at how the line yearns to be crossed. Feel the words fighting against the back of your teeth and look into his eyes and say it; just say it.

Skeletons in the Closet

There are some things that should never be seen. There are some questions that should never be asked. Troy is assured that one of such questions is "Hey Abed, what do you keep in that closet?"

Abed, typical atypical Abed, answers with only the phrase, "many skeletons are to be found there," before rushing off to his next adventure and leaving Troy in the dark.

It's another metaphorical construction, Troy believes - like the cardboard boxes in the dreamatorium, so he leaves it be. It's not until Halloween that he realises that it is not actually a metaphor at all, but that it is where Abed literally stores two life-size plastic skeletons.

Six Feet Under

"We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes

And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line" – Six Feet Under the Stars, All Time Low

It's totally lame that Abed uses movie lines on him. That's what Troy will always say when asked. But secretly, he loves it, just as much as he secretly loves the kick puncher movies, (despite how terrible they truly are.)

Tourist

They don't disagree often, but when they do, it's about the simplest of things. Troy wants to travel, to see the world. There's so much more to life than Colorado. Abed doesn't disagree with this sentiment but he does firmly believe that there is no point in travelling when TV can bring the foreign locales to them.

Eternity

It was never a case of will they or won't they, but rather when? Some people will wait an eternity yet will never have a love like theirs.

Vanishing

Troy worries that one day, Abed might vanish. He doesn't know whether it will be literally or not, but he worries all the same. Because Abed is magic, and magic is intangible. And the light that burns the brightest fades the fastest so he is afraid but happy because the time that Abed has given him has been utterly perfect in every way.

Sea glass

Troy has moments of incredible genius from time to time; in fact he will, quite out of nowhere, say the most astounding things. One such occasion happens on a regular Tuesday night in the middle of July. It's hot, (but no hotter than it ought to be), and they are sat on the sofa in their apartment. The desk fan is on to accommodate for the fact that they sit completely entwined; roasting in the shared heat of their own bodies. It's near silent, with the exception of the whir of the fan and their heavy, humidity crushed breaths. Abed shifts a little at the sound of Troy's voice, whilst imagining what silence would look like when it's being broken.

"I think I've figured it out," Troy mutters, half asleep, yet the pride is still evident in his tone. Abed nods his head ever so slightly, as a signal that Troy should continue, which he does with as much confidence and gusto as to be expected from him. "We're all wrong," Troy states, as if it were the simplest fact in the whole wide world. It's probably total rubbish, Abed thinks, but he is more than willing to listen to Troy ramble.

"People think you're weird Abed, but you're not. You're the one who's normal." Abed likes this idea very much and can't help but think that maybe Troy is on to something after all.

"Like, it's like you see things as they really are, but nobody else does. And they call you weird but you're totally right. See the way I figure, it's like we're all holding up a piece of glass, right in front of our eyes. But the glass you're holding is completely clear, like a window, but we're looking through that fuzzy glass…"

"Sea glass?"

"Yeah, whatever. And sure, sometimes a bit of dirt gets on your glass, and makes it hard to see, but at least you can see the world as it really is most of the time. Like wow, isn't that amazing?"

Abed wants to tell Troy that he is wrong and that Troy too sees so much. He sees Abed, for example, as no one else does. And like, wow, isn't that amazing?

He wants to tell Troy that he cannot be right, because in his moment of clarity it is Troy that holds the glass, and that sees the truth.

He wants to tell him all of these things, but he cannot, for Troy has fallen asleep.

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