pairing: teddy/roxanne
prompt: death
Teddy is numb, he doesn't feel the chill as snow rushes down from the chilly December sky to greet him. He doesn't hear the soft cooing of songbirds, their heartbroken melody's never reach his ears. He doesn't smell the fresh dirt, the perfumes left behind from the many women who've hugged him. He see's the tears and he's angry.
He knows it's irrational, but none of them have the right to cry. This woman raised him, Grandma Andromeda had filled in the role of 'mother' even when she was barely able from old age. She was kind and she was there for him and suddenly she's gone and she's cold and she's not smiling kindly or singing queitly in the corner.
But at least he's not alone.
He has Roxanne, and he's grateful even though he knows that half the time she has no idea what she's doing. But at least she doesn't try to spare his feelings, and when he asks her things she doesn't dance around his feelings, she tells him the truth.
Roxanne won't leave Teddy until he forces her away, and she can't help but feel so wanted and content that the thought of leaving makes her physically hurt. She's determined to run her fingers through his murky grey hair until it's back to indigo or banana yellow or one of his many other loud yellow shades.
She's determined to make him Teddy again.
And she can only hope that Teddy will still want Roxanne.