Fic: Gundam Wing; G
Title: Sideshow Glamour
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: mentions of 3+4, 2+3 friendship
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all related characters and objects are property of Bandai and other assorted people. I do not own them, I only own the story and I'm not getting any money from it.
AN: Written for gw500 prompt 216- illusion.
He finds himself on the roof again, looking down on the world as if he were somehow separate from it. He is always trying to find patterns that aren’t there as the people below hurry to and fro, worrying about problems that seem so small from this distance.
There are sounds from behind him - a person hoisting themselves up onto the tiles.
“Duo,” he acknowledges, not needing to listen for clues. There is only one person who knows to look for him up here.
“No wonder you come up here, Tro,” his friend comments, avoiding the real conversation for a moment. “The view is incredible. You can see for miles!” Duo lowers himself down next to him, his braid hitting the tiles with a dull thud. They do not look at each other and he remains silent. He knows he can out wait Duo… they both do.
“Quatre’s worrying himself sick down there,” Duo blurts out finally, unable to avoid the inevitable any longer. “He’s been looking for you for two hours. You been up here all that time?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t feel like talking just yet. It was a stupid argument. He should not have run, but he needed to feel in control again.
“He doesn’t understand why you won’t talk to him,” Duo says, still staring out towards the horizon, where the sun is beginning to set. “Says you just listened to him yelling then took off like a bat out of hell… I told him you’d be fine, just needed some alone time. Said I’d find you.”
“You did,” he says, stating the obvious seems like a good plan. Maybe if he doesn’t talk then Duo will keep on babbling. He’s good at knowing which silences need to be filled.
“Looks like,” his friend replies equably, before falling silent. There is total stillness. He looks over, but Duo seems quite content to watch the sunset as it shines deep gold and red across the sky, and their faces. This is an unexpected development. He had expected Duo to bug him until he caved, not sit there…
“He seems so far away… sometimes,” he admits when the urge to fill the silence becomes too great. “Like he’s at the top of some pedestal and all I can do is stare upwards.”
“Bet that gives you a crick in the neck,” Duo jokes, but he turns then, and there is no ridicule in his friend’s face.
“Sometimes,” he admits, although he is not wholly sure what he is admitting to. “This place, this world, this house, it is him; and I’m… not.”
“If you were, that would be one kinky relationship,” Duo almost makes him laugh then, almost. There is a quirk of a smile and all at once he feels more relaxed. This is him, sitting up on a roof in the cold, when there is a nice warm fire downstairs, talking innuendo with an ex-thief.
“Seriously though,” and Duo’s cocky grin is replaced with a small smile. “All of this stuff,” a finger points at the gold wristwatch that had been a birthday present, “it’s not him, either.” He sighs and leans back to look at the pink-purple of the clouds above their heads, his braid slithering over the tiles. “It’s all just smoke and mirrors, Tro. It’s like the sideshow at the circus, you gotta surround the prize with all this gold paint and flashing lights because in the end it’s just a cuddly toy. It’s a great cuddly toy, mind you, but still…”
“No one ever wins the cuddly toy, though, do they?” he asks, and once more he’s not sure he knows what he’s asking but he knows that Duo will somehow know the answer.
“I think maybe you already did.” The grin is back, and now he knows he is being teased, but as soon as he has realised it, it is gone again.
“The problem is, that cuddly toy… all its life it’s been surrounded by this hype and show, so it’s afraid everyone wants the gold paint and the flashing lights and no one really wants it.”
“Hm…” He looks up at the rapidly darkening sky for a second before standing up and walking quite calmly to the edge of the roof. “I think I’ll go and talk to Quatre.”
“You do that…” Duo murmurs, watching as his head slowly disappears beneath the guttering before lying down, the cold tiles digging into his back, and gazing up at the moon.
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: mentions of 3+4, 2+3 friendship
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all related characters and objects are property of Bandai and other assorted people. I do not own them, I only own the story and I'm not getting any money from it.
AN: Written for gw500 prompt 216- illusion.
He finds himself on the roof again, looking down on the world as if he were somehow separate from it. He is always trying to find patterns that aren’t there as the people below hurry to and fro, worrying about problems that seem so small from this distance.
There are sounds from behind him - a person hoisting themselves up onto the tiles.
“Duo,” he acknowledges, not needing to listen for clues. There is only one person who knows to look for him up here.
“No wonder you come up here, Tro,” his friend comments, avoiding the real conversation for a moment. “The view is incredible. You can see for miles!” Duo lowers himself down next to him, his braid hitting the tiles with a dull thud. They do not look at each other and he remains silent. He knows he can out wait Duo… they both do.
“Quatre’s worrying himself sick down there,” Duo blurts out finally, unable to avoid the inevitable any longer. “He’s been looking for you for two hours. You been up here all that time?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t feel like talking just yet. It was a stupid argument. He should not have run, but he needed to feel in control again.
“He doesn’t understand why you won’t talk to him,” Duo says, still staring out towards the horizon, where the sun is beginning to set. “Says you just listened to him yelling then took off like a bat out of hell… I told him you’d be fine, just needed some alone time. Said I’d find you.”
“You did,” he says, stating the obvious seems like a good plan. Maybe if he doesn’t talk then Duo will keep on babbling. He’s good at knowing which silences need to be filled.
“Looks like,” his friend replies equably, before falling silent. There is total stillness. He looks over, but Duo seems quite content to watch the sunset as it shines deep gold and red across the sky, and their faces. This is an unexpected development. He had expected Duo to bug him until he caved, not sit there…
“He seems so far away… sometimes,” he admits when the urge to fill the silence becomes too great. “Like he’s at the top of some pedestal and all I can do is stare upwards.”
“Bet that gives you a crick in the neck,” Duo jokes, but he turns then, and there is no ridicule in his friend’s face.
“Sometimes,” he admits, although he is not wholly sure what he is admitting to. “This place, this world, this house, it is him; and I’m… not.”
“If you were, that would be one kinky relationship,” Duo almost makes him laugh then, almost. There is a quirk of a smile and all at once he feels more relaxed. This is him, sitting up on a roof in the cold, when there is a nice warm fire downstairs, talking innuendo with an ex-thief.
“Seriously though,” and Duo’s cocky grin is replaced with a small smile. “All of this stuff,” a finger points at the gold wristwatch that had been a birthday present, “it’s not him, either.” He sighs and leans back to look at the pink-purple of the clouds above their heads, his braid slithering over the tiles. “It’s all just smoke and mirrors, Tro. It’s like the sideshow at the circus, you gotta surround the prize with all this gold paint and flashing lights because in the end it’s just a cuddly toy. It’s a great cuddly toy, mind you, but still…”
“No one ever wins the cuddly toy, though, do they?” he asks, and once more he’s not sure he knows what he’s asking but he knows that Duo will somehow know the answer.
“I think maybe you already did.” The grin is back, and now he knows he is being teased, but as soon as he has realised it, it is gone again.
“The problem is, that cuddly toy… all its life it’s been surrounded by this hype and show, so it’s afraid everyone wants the gold paint and the flashing lights and no one really wants it.”
“Hm…” He looks up at the rapidly darkening sky for a second before standing up and walking quite calmly to the edge of the roof. “I think I’ll go and talk to Quatre.”
“You do that…” Duo murmurs, watching as his head slowly disappears beneath the guttering before lying down, the cold tiles digging into his back, and gazing up at the moon.