Gundam Wing :: Trowa/Quatre :: Theme Set Alpha
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner
Author: raletha
Theme set: alpha
Rating: MA/NC-17
Warnings: adult content including graphic sex, language, and violence
Notes: Thank you to everyone who supported and left comments on these as I was writing them, especially to B.e., Jenn, Lorena, and Mis. And thank you to the 1sentence mods for the challenge!
I've done my best to arrange my sentences chronologically with regard to the GW canon timeline for my boys, though I have taken some interpretive liberties. :P
43. Sky
Out of ammunition, Trowa watched the Aries come from the sky, falling like mechanical precipitation; and he saw the new Gundam, come like an ancient god to embrace the lead suit with flashing blades and fire.
46. Sun
The sun was in Quatre's eyes as he stepped out of Sandrock's cockpit, but he kept his eyes wide open anyway, to better convey to the other pilot the fidelity of his words: they should not be fighting.
29. Melody
The tune Quatre played was one Trowa thought he must have heard before, for it lodged in his mind as something known, imprinted itself upon his heart as if it had been memorised there, and Trowa played counterpoint as if he had written it himself.
12. Sensual
The joy of Quatre's violin, the sweetness of night blooming jasmine, the sharpened chill of mint tea, the luxury of a bed with fine cotton sheets, and the vision of sun swept dunes; Trowa wished he could stay in the desert forever.
15. Touch
One touch, bold and forward and yet still somehow innocent-innocent because Trowa could see in Quatre's eyes the complete faith that his touch would be accepted, and so, because he did not want to be one to erase the faith in Quatre's eyes, Trowa accepted that first touch.
7. Chocolate
Thick velvet bliss and the deep shimmer of rapture, like chocolate, Trowa melted in Quatre's mouth.
42. Clouds
Like clouds borne by a swift wind, Trowa let break his control, giving himself over to the boy with eyes like the ocean and whose movements into Trowa's body were just as fathomless.
6. Rain
Silently they stood together and watched the coming storm: heaping up higher and higher on the horizon, towering and threatening, cumulus clouds promised the first spring rain in the desert, whose vanguard was the steady, humid wind that grasped at the two boys standing upon the stone balcony; though it twisted their hair and mauled their clothes, the wind was not strong enough to send them indoors, for they had both faced things more fearsome than this wind, and they both wished to witness this marvel of planetside nature-Quatre because, as a child of the space colonies, he'd never before watched a storm on Earth; and Trowa (whose name Quatre did not yet know) not only because he'd never before been in the desert, but also (and this was the true reason he remained exposed upon the balcony) because he had never before seen wonder like that which resided in Quatre's wide blue eyes.
20. Freedom
When Quatre told Trowa he fought for freedom, Trowa replied that humans were already free, they need only to recognise their freedom for what it was, and thus Trowa himself fought, not for freedom, but for the dreams of individuals.
34. Lightning/Thunder
To the swift flash of Sandrock's twin shotels and the relentless rumble of Heavyarm's Gatling cannons the OZ Special forces succumbed, and later that evening, the two young pilots would grieve for their victory, though only one would cry.
23. Hands
Quatre asked Trowa if the imagined stain of blood would ever fade; Trowa was silent and serious for a long time, and then finally responded softly, "I don't think so."
32. Confusion
What made humans less than other animals was the drive to slaughter each other through endless wars fueled by endless hate; and still humans believed they had been created in the image of a benign creator, but Trowa knew only one person who was worthy of that conceit.
1. Comfort
Under the oppressive heat of the late and lazy summer sun, the antique wooden bed frame moaned a final low creak of contentment, which was echoed softly by a murmured (and helplessly emphatic) pronouncement of satisfaction from Quatre, who dipped his blond head to kiss his gratitude against the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of Trowa's neck; then the two young men separated, but only to re-tangle their bodies into a new arrangement and melt bonelessly into the luxurious embrace of cotton and sunshine and well-indulged affections.
33. Fear
It was natural to be afraid, Trowa told Quatre, who added that fact made it all the more dangerous a tool of manipulation in the hands of the powerful.
48. Waves
All Trowa would remember about the two weeks it took he and Quatre to cross the ocean from Marseilles to San Francisco were the late night conversations, the early morning sex, and the lull of the waves rocking them to sleep in the afternoons.
40. Innocence
To be innocent was to live in a state of denial, or so Trowa thought until he met Quatre and saw that for some, it was not delusion, but the rejection of cynicism.
14. Sex
It didn't take Quatre long to realise the best thing about sex with Trowa was Trowa.
11. Name
After Quatre heard the story of the original Trowa Barton, he was uncomfortable continuing to call his friend 'Trowa', but there was no other name to use.
3. Soft
Trowa loved fucking Quatre until Quatre became soft: not the softness that would follow an orgasm, but the softness of complete surrender-surrender to the fullness of Trowa's cock in his bowels, surrender to the relentless rhythm of their sex, and surrender to the mind swallowing bliss of this singular intimacy-and thus surrendered, gasping, panting, sighing, and writhing, Quatre would toss his head back against the pillows, and Trowa's pleasure slackened lips would curve into a smile: how he loved Quatre's surrender.
8. Happiness
The idea of it was human fantasy, self-deception at its worst, thus Trowa believed; and yet sometimes he let himself be swayed by Quatre's contrary belief: that, in reality, happiness could exist, and possibly even endure.
21. Life
Taking a life to save a life was an exchange of equivalents, since Quatre believed every life was valuable, and so long as he saved more lives than he took, his actions were just; but Trowa said he could justify killing nearly anyone that way: he believed innocent lives were more precious than those of the corrupt.
47. Moon
It was by the light of the moon Quatre watched Heavyarms and the other Gundam, the Chinese one, leave the New Edwards Base; he didn't know when he would see Trowa again, but he hoped it would be soon.
45. Hell
Quatre discovered Hell was frozen plain in Siberia.
41. Completion
Trowa's voice over the radio cut through the agony of Heero's death, telling Quatre their fight, for now, was over; it was time to retreat.
44. Heaven
Quatre's stolen shuttle burned its way into the heavens, and Sandrock lay behind him, a smoldering ruin; the last thing to pass through Quatre's mind before he lost consciousness was gratitude to the others, and gratitude for seeing Trowa again on the vidscreen, hearing his words: they were all fighting with one heart now.
36. Market
Buying Gundanium alloy on the Colonial black market was a dangerous affair, and so every time the arms dealer frowned and his goons loomed over Quatre, he would pretend to be Trowa and thus, Quatre showed them no fear.
28. Sickness
ZERO nestled into Quatre's mind like a cold fever: sickness turned inside out, hallucination became clarity, and those once loved fell among the stars, but Trowa was the last.
50. Supernova
Vayeate exploded, and Quatre went sane.
18. Speed
After Quatre had fired, after taking the full force of Wing ZERO's beam cannon, after the Vayeate exploded, Trowa expected death would take him swiftly; instead he floated in the cold of space, waiting.
13. Death
His father, Iria, countless others, and now, worst of all Trowa, but not Quatre-no, not Quatre; Quatre still lived even though Heero had promised.
35. Bonds
Quatre hated how the heavy OZ armcuffs prevented him from hiding the tears he shed for Trowa; they fell unhindered, and Heero looked not at Quatre, but at the grey titanium wall.
19. Wind
Quatre stood alone in the gardens of Sanq overlooking the ocean; he watched the texture of the water change-from finely ribbed royal blue to an uglier, white chopped grey-green-as the wind picked up and brought with it sullen storm clouds, and he realised that he had been as powerless to stop the Colonies' acceptance of OZ rule as he was to stop this storm: now he understood what Trowa had told him.
38. Gift
Duo Maxwell had been one of the last people Quatre expected to see in the lobby of the Winner Enterprises Incorporated headquarters on L4; Duo had news, news he delivered with strange reluctance, news of the person who would have been the last one Quatre ever expected to see again: Quatre's joy at the news struck him so sharply that after Duo left he cried-Trowa wasn't dead.
22. Jealousy
Fearful, Trowa shrank away from Quatre, into the arms of the red-haired girl he called sister, and Quatre told himself he had no right to feel jealous.
10. Ears
The shuttle's explosion impacted Sandrock with a shattering crack, and Quatre thought he'd gone deaf, but his hurts mattered little: he had to reach Trowa, who fought the Mobile Dolls now with neither memory nor ammunition.
37. Technology
Because friends were in danger and Heavyarms not yet spaceworthy, Trowa pushed off the gangway toward the cockpit of Wing ZERO: he hoped ZERO would show him a better way than it had shown Quatre.
17. Tears
That terrible, clear moment of sadness without tears was the most horrifying of the war, and even Trowa's forgiveness did not stop its haunting Quatre.
26. Forever
Impermanence, imperfection...ugliness: these were the true way of things, and the war, subverted from its intention of pursuing an enduring peace, only reinforced this new understanding for Quatre, who accepted Trowa's still-even though he remembered now-hesitant touch, letting Quatre perceive a fragment of some other impossible and perfect forever in that small tenderness.
16. Weakness
Grief and regret Trowa had long considered weaknesses: something a soldier could ill afford to indulge, and thus had he striven to evict such useless feelings from his emotional repertoire; but this itself came to make Trowa feel even weaker, especially when he saw how Quatre embraced those same emotions and sourced from them strength.
25. Devotion
Any time could be the last time, and so with neither past nor future in their minds, the two young men played their game of devotion, but never with words; instead they used their bodies, hands, and mouths to strive and satiate silent fears and desires.
2. Kiss
The tale of Midii Une, her betrayal, the betrayal of the others, Trowa's own actions, and the death of the captain, so long held unspoken and unshared, locked within his heart, Trowa now confessed to Quatre, and the telling of it left Trowa crying-unbelievably, incomprehensibly crying, for he could taste the salt of tears and mucus in the back of his throat, feel the tight ache behind his eyes, the thick congestion in his sinuses-and the crying left him feeling ugly and weak and shamed before Quatre; but then Quatre's hands were stroking his shoulders, soothing his shudders of grief, and Quatre's lips were pressing against his sobbing mouth, sharing the taste of his tears.
39. Smile
Rarely were Quatre's smiles free of sadness, and Trowa renewed his commitment to fight for a world where happiness was not so scarce.
5. Potatoes
Blushing at his remembered childishness, Quatre told Trowa of how he'd asked Santa Claus to bring him a Mr. Potato Head for Christmas when he was five and how sad he'd been then that he never did get one; and then, with chagrin, Trowa told Quatre how he had had a Mr. Potato Head-scavenged from an abandoned village and missing most of its attachments-and how Trowa wished now (for even missing its moustache, left eye, and hat, he could have given his to Quatre) he hadn't used it for target practice with the Glock pistol he'd received on his eighth birthday.
4. Pain
It seemed impossible to still be alive while bearing this unbearable fiery tear through his side; he felt the blood under the space suit dripping, sticky and wet, to pool between his legs and ooze down his thighs: why shouldn't he die-he expected to; he deserved to-hell, for a few minutes he even wanted to, so maybe he should have-but then Trowa had come and helped him up, helped him now, offering his own body and strength for support to carry Quatre back to Sandrock, and Quatre, with Trowa's arm around him, remembered one of the reasons he did not yet wish to die.
27. Blood
Quatre's blood covered his hands, but his hands did not dare to tremble as Trowa tore strips of medical tape, and held the ends of its sticky ribbons between his teeth while he positioned the thick gauze pad over Quatre's puncture wound; they were close to an ending, Trowa knew this: he could sense it as clearly as he felt the clammy chill of Quatre's bloodless belly under his fingers-but which end was it to be?
30. Star
The first time Quatre saw Trowa perform in the circus spotlight, he watched Trowa, the euphoria of performance bright in his face, take a deep bow with his sister; he heard the adulation of the crowd and felt its electricity; and Quatre knew he'd been right to come: the time for the Gundams was over.
31. Home
Drowsy as he lay on the trailer's small couch, Trowa listened to the murmur of Catherine's and Quatre's voices until they had wound together into a comfortable, lulling burr, and Trowa slipped, warm and safe, into sleep.
24. Taste
No matter how Quatre tried to foster culinary sophistication in his friend, Trowa retained a nostalgic affection for stale bread, mouldy cheese, and soft, wrinkled apples washed down with cheap beer.
9. Telephone
When the telephone woke Quatre at three in the morning on Christmas Eve AC 197, he nearly ignored it, but something niggled at his intuition prompting him to reach for the receiver, where he was greeted by Trowa's soft and unapologetic hello; Quatre smiled, settled back into his pillows for a long conversation, and his fingers absently crept beneath his pyjama top to find the thin white scar on his belly.
49. Hair
The overcast spring day when Trowa moved into Quatre's London townhouse Quatre remembered as sunny; at least he remembered how the sunlight glinted in Trowa's hair when Quatre opened the front door to see his friend had arrived at last.
Pairing: Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner
Author: raletha
Theme set: alpha
Rating: MA/NC-17
Warnings: adult content including graphic sex, language, and violence
Notes: Thank you to everyone who supported and left comments on these as I was writing them, especially to B.e., Jenn, Lorena, and Mis. And thank you to the 1sentence mods for the challenge!
I've done my best to arrange my sentences chronologically with regard to the GW canon timeline for my boys, though I have taken some interpretive liberties. :P
43. Sky
Out of ammunition, Trowa watched the Aries come from the sky, falling like mechanical precipitation; and he saw the new Gundam, come like an ancient god to embrace the lead suit with flashing blades and fire.
46. Sun
The sun was in Quatre's eyes as he stepped out of Sandrock's cockpit, but he kept his eyes wide open anyway, to better convey to the other pilot the fidelity of his words: they should not be fighting.
29. Melody
The tune Quatre played was one Trowa thought he must have heard before, for it lodged in his mind as something known, imprinted itself upon his heart as if it had been memorised there, and Trowa played counterpoint as if he had written it himself.
12. Sensual
The joy of Quatre's violin, the sweetness of night blooming jasmine, the sharpened chill of mint tea, the luxury of a bed with fine cotton sheets, and the vision of sun swept dunes; Trowa wished he could stay in the desert forever.
15. Touch
One touch, bold and forward and yet still somehow innocent-innocent because Trowa could see in Quatre's eyes the complete faith that his touch would be accepted, and so, because he did not want to be one to erase the faith in Quatre's eyes, Trowa accepted that first touch.
7. Chocolate
Thick velvet bliss and the deep shimmer of rapture, like chocolate, Trowa melted in Quatre's mouth.
42. Clouds
Like clouds borne by a swift wind, Trowa let break his control, giving himself over to the boy with eyes like the ocean and whose movements into Trowa's body were just as fathomless.
6. Rain
Silently they stood together and watched the coming storm: heaping up higher and higher on the horizon, towering and threatening, cumulus clouds promised the first spring rain in the desert, whose vanguard was the steady, humid wind that grasped at the two boys standing upon the stone balcony; though it twisted their hair and mauled their clothes, the wind was not strong enough to send them indoors, for they had both faced things more fearsome than this wind, and they both wished to witness this marvel of planetside nature-Quatre because, as a child of the space colonies, he'd never before watched a storm on Earth; and Trowa (whose name Quatre did not yet know) not only because he'd never before been in the desert, but also (and this was the true reason he remained exposed upon the balcony) because he had never before seen wonder like that which resided in Quatre's wide blue eyes.
20. Freedom
When Quatre told Trowa he fought for freedom, Trowa replied that humans were already free, they need only to recognise their freedom for what it was, and thus Trowa himself fought, not for freedom, but for the dreams of individuals.
34. Lightning/Thunder
To the swift flash of Sandrock's twin shotels and the relentless rumble of Heavyarm's Gatling cannons the OZ Special forces succumbed, and later that evening, the two young pilots would grieve for their victory, though only one would cry.
23. Hands
Quatre asked Trowa if the imagined stain of blood would ever fade; Trowa was silent and serious for a long time, and then finally responded softly, "I don't think so."
32. Confusion
What made humans less than other animals was the drive to slaughter each other through endless wars fueled by endless hate; and still humans believed they had been created in the image of a benign creator, but Trowa knew only one person who was worthy of that conceit.
1. Comfort
Under the oppressive heat of the late and lazy summer sun, the antique wooden bed frame moaned a final low creak of contentment, which was echoed softly by a murmured (and helplessly emphatic) pronouncement of satisfaction from Quatre, who dipped his blond head to kiss his gratitude against the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of Trowa's neck; then the two young men separated, but only to re-tangle their bodies into a new arrangement and melt bonelessly into the luxurious embrace of cotton and sunshine and well-indulged affections.
33. Fear
It was natural to be afraid, Trowa told Quatre, who added that fact made it all the more dangerous a tool of manipulation in the hands of the powerful.
48. Waves
All Trowa would remember about the two weeks it took he and Quatre to cross the ocean from Marseilles to San Francisco were the late night conversations, the early morning sex, and the lull of the waves rocking them to sleep in the afternoons.
40. Innocence
To be innocent was to live in a state of denial, or so Trowa thought until he met Quatre and saw that for some, it was not delusion, but the rejection of cynicism.
14. Sex
It didn't take Quatre long to realise the best thing about sex with Trowa was Trowa.
11. Name
After Quatre heard the story of the original Trowa Barton, he was uncomfortable continuing to call his friend 'Trowa', but there was no other name to use.
3. Soft
Trowa loved fucking Quatre until Quatre became soft: not the softness that would follow an orgasm, but the softness of complete surrender-surrender to the fullness of Trowa's cock in his bowels, surrender to the relentless rhythm of their sex, and surrender to the mind swallowing bliss of this singular intimacy-and thus surrendered, gasping, panting, sighing, and writhing, Quatre would toss his head back against the pillows, and Trowa's pleasure slackened lips would curve into a smile: how he loved Quatre's surrender.
8. Happiness
The idea of it was human fantasy, self-deception at its worst, thus Trowa believed; and yet sometimes he let himself be swayed by Quatre's contrary belief: that, in reality, happiness could exist, and possibly even endure.
21. Life
Taking a life to save a life was an exchange of equivalents, since Quatre believed every life was valuable, and so long as he saved more lives than he took, his actions were just; but Trowa said he could justify killing nearly anyone that way: he believed innocent lives were more precious than those of the corrupt.
47. Moon
It was by the light of the moon Quatre watched Heavyarms and the other Gundam, the Chinese one, leave the New Edwards Base; he didn't know when he would see Trowa again, but he hoped it would be soon.
45. Hell
Quatre discovered Hell was frozen plain in Siberia.
41. Completion
Trowa's voice over the radio cut through the agony of Heero's death, telling Quatre their fight, for now, was over; it was time to retreat.
44. Heaven
Quatre's stolen shuttle burned its way into the heavens, and Sandrock lay behind him, a smoldering ruin; the last thing to pass through Quatre's mind before he lost consciousness was gratitude to the others, and gratitude for seeing Trowa again on the vidscreen, hearing his words: they were all fighting with one heart now.
36. Market
Buying Gundanium alloy on the Colonial black market was a dangerous affair, and so every time the arms dealer frowned and his goons loomed over Quatre, he would pretend to be Trowa and thus, Quatre showed them no fear.
28. Sickness
ZERO nestled into Quatre's mind like a cold fever: sickness turned inside out, hallucination became clarity, and those once loved fell among the stars, but Trowa was the last.
50. Supernova
Vayeate exploded, and Quatre went sane.
18. Speed
After Quatre had fired, after taking the full force of Wing ZERO's beam cannon, after the Vayeate exploded, Trowa expected death would take him swiftly; instead he floated in the cold of space, waiting.
13. Death
His father, Iria, countless others, and now, worst of all Trowa, but not Quatre-no, not Quatre; Quatre still lived even though Heero had promised.
35. Bonds
Quatre hated how the heavy OZ armcuffs prevented him from hiding the tears he shed for Trowa; they fell unhindered, and Heero looked not at Quatre, but at the grey titanium wall.
19. Wind
Quatre stood alone in the gardens of Sanq overlooking the ocean; he watched the texture of the water change-from finely ribbed royal blue to an uglier, white chopped grey-green-as the wind picked up and brought with it sullen storm clouds, and he realised that he had been as powerless to stop the Colonies' acceptance of OZ rule as he was to stop this storm: now he understood what Trowa had told him.
38. Gift
Duo Maxwell had been one of the last people Quatre expected to see in the lobby of the Winner Enterprises Incorporated headquarters on L4; Duo had news, news he delivered with strange reluctance, news of the person who would have been the last one Quatre ever expected to see again: Quatre's joy at the news struck him so sharply that after Duo left he cried-Trowa wasn't dead.
22. Jealousy
Fearful, Trowa shrank away from Quatre, into the arms of the red-haired girl he called sister, and Quatre told himself he had no right to feel jealous.
10. Ears
The shuttle's explosion impacted Sandrock with a shattering crack, and Quatre thought he'd gone deaf, but his hurts mattered little: he had to reach Trowa, who fought the Mobile Dolls now with neither memory nor ammunition.
37. Technology
Because friends were in danger and Heavyarms not yet spaceworthy, Trowa pushed off the gangway toward the cockpit of Wing ZERO: he hoped ZERO would show him a better way than it had shown Quatre.
17. Tears
That terrible, clear moment of sadness without tears was the most horrifying of the war, and even Trowa's forgiveness did not stop its haunting Quatre.
26. Forever
Impermanence, imperfection...ugliness: these were the true way of things, and the war, subverted from its intention of pursuing an enduring peace, only reinforced this new understanding for Quatre, who accepted Trowa's still-even though he remembered now-hesitant touch, letting Quatre perceive a fragment of some other impossible and perfect forever in that small tenderness.
16. Weakness
Grief and regret Trowa had long considered weaknesses: something a soldier could ill afford to indulge, and thus had he striven to evict such useless feelings from his emotional repertoire; but this itself came to make Trowa feel even weaker, especially when he saw how Quatre embraced those same emotions and sourced from them strength.
25. Devotion
Any time could be the last time, and so with neither past nor future in their minds, the two young men played their game of devotion, but never with words; instead they used their bodies, hands, and mouths to strive and satiate silent fears and desires.
2. Kiss
The tale of Midii Une, her betrayal, the betrayal of the others, Trowa's own actions, and the death of the captain, so long held unspoken and unshared, locked within his heart, Trowa now confessed to Quatre, and the telling of it left Trowa crying-unbelievably, incomprehensibly crying, for he could taste the salt of tears and mucus in the back of his throat, feel the tight ache behind his eyes, the thick congestion in his sinuses-and the crying left him feeling ugly and weak and shamed before Quatre; but then Quatre's hands were stroking his shoulders, soothing his shudders of grief, and Quatre's lips were pressing against his sobbing mouth, sharing the taste of his tears.
39. Smile
Rarely were Quatre's smiles free of sadness, and Trowa renewed his commitment to fight for a world where happiness was not so scarce.
5. Potatoes
Blushing at his remembered childishness, Quatre told Trowa of how he'd asked Santa Claus to bring him a Mr. Potato Head for Christmas when he was five and how sad he'd been then that he never did get one; and then, with chagrin, Trowa told Quatre how he had had a Mr. Potato Head-scavenged from an abandoned village and missing most of its attachments-and how Trowa wished now (for even missing its moustache, left eye, and hat, he could have given his to Quatre) he hadn't used it for target practice with the Glock pistol he'd received on his eighth birthday.
4. Pain
It seemed impossible to still be alive while bearing this unbearable fiery tear through his side; he felt the blood under the space suit dripping, sticky and wet, to pool between his legs and ooze down his thighs: why shouldn't he die-he expected to; he deserved to-hell, for a few minutes he even wanted to, so maybe he should have-but then Trowa had come and helped him up, helped him now, offering his own body and strength for support to carry Quatre back to Sandrock, and Quatre, with Trowa's arm around him, remembered one of the reasons he did not yet wish to die.
27. Blood
Quatre's blood covered his hands, but his hands did not dare to tremble as Trowa tore strips of medical tape, and held the ends of its sticky ribbons between his teeth while he positioned the thick gauze pad over Quatre's puncture wound; they were close to an ending, Trowa knew this: he could sense it as clearly as he felt the clammy chill of Quatre's bloodless belly under his fingers-but which end was it to be?
30. Star
The first time Quatre saw Trowa perform in the circus spotlight, he watched Trowa, the euphoria of performance bright in his face, take a deep bow with his sister; he heard the adulation of the crowd and felt its electricity; and Quatre knew he'd been right to come: the time for the Gundams was over.
31. Home
Drowsy as he lay on the trailer's small couch, Trowa listened to the murmur of Catherine's and Quatre's voices until they had wound together into a comfortable, lulling burr, and Trowa slipped, warm and safe, into sleep.
24. Taste
No matter how Quatre tried to foster culinary sophistication in his friend, Trowa retained a nostalgic affection for stale bread, mouldy cheese, and soft, wrinkled apples washed down with cheap beer.
9. Telephone
When the telephone woke Quatre at three in the morning on Christmas Eve AC 197, he nearly ignored it, but something niggled at his intuition prompting him to reach for the receiver, where he was greeted by Trowa's soft and unapologetic hello; Quatre smiled, settled back into his pillows for a long conversation, and his fingers absently crept beneath his pyjama top to find the thin white scar on his belly.
49. Hair
The overcast spring day when Trowa moved into Quatre's London townhouse Quatre remembered as sunny; at least he remembered how the sunlight glinted in Trowa's hair when Quatre opened the front door to see his friend had arrived at last.