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Title: The Shy, Embarassed Smiles
Genre: Pure, unadulterated fluff
Pairing/Characters: GuyxLuke
Rating: Ah, G.
Summary: Guy is only at a loss for words when he knows exactly what he wants to say.
That hazy moment, when he's just waking up -it always took him such an ungodly long time to work his way to wakefulness, but there wasn't much that could be done about that- it was then that he appreciated Guy the most. For some reason, ever since Akzeriuth, an acute fear of waking up alone had been imbued within him and the first night he returned, and they'd had to camp in Aramis Spring, Luke had been the last to wake. Tear and Guy had gone to wash up and drink from the spring, and when he'd opened his eyes, they were both gone.
He'd panicked. Rather loudly at that. He'd scrambled to his feet, run along the stone pathway, tripped and fallen into the water and was found moments later sloshing through waist-deep, icy-cold spring water, calling their names, eyes red. Luke had been crying, but he had hoped that the water on his face had covered it up well enough (although he was almost certain Guy had noticed).
Ever since then, Guy made it an absolute, non-negotiable point to be at Luke's side whenever he woke. Guy was an early bird anyways; he'd always wake up even before Pere and the maids, to read for an hour or so before beginning his daily chores. Now, as they traveled together, Guy would lay his sleeping bag next to Luke's, and should he happen to wake before Luke did -which was often the case- he would dig out a book he had picked up from whatever town they had visited last from his pack and busy himself with that, sitting on his rolled-up bedding just beside Luke. When they had the fortune of booking an inn, Guy wouldn't leave the room until Luke woke up, usually simply pulling up a chair beside Luke's bed and reading or polishing his sword while waiting for the redhead to wake.
There had been one occurance...when Luke had woken in the middle of the night to someone softly stroking his hair. He had blinked up blearily and made out Guy's features in the dying light of the campfire, and murmured sleepily, "Guy?"
Guy had snatched his hand back then, possibly turning red, but it was too dark and Luke was too lethargic to notice. "You looked like you were having a nightmare," he offered quietly, and turned to face the campfire, legs up and arms clasped around his knees.
Luke didn't recall having a bad dream, but people forgot their dreams all the time, and he was too tired to give it any more thought than that.
One day during lunch, the question arose, and Luke had blurted it out before even thinking, as he had a tendency of doing. "Guy, how come you wait for me to wake up? I think I can handle it now."
Guy had frozen, apple halfway to his mouth as all eyes turned to him, curious (although Jade looked suspiciously triumphant, as if he had just been proven right), and awaited his answer with an uncharacteristically eager air. "Oh," he answered lamely, and quickly took a large bite out of his apple.
"Thanks, though," Luke had said obliviously, beaming at him, and Guy coughed and pounded on his chest to dislodge the chunk of apple that had decided it would rather be inhaled than consumed.
The next morning, Guy was still there. Luke grumbled into his pillow and yawned, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. Jade was nowhere to be found. "Hey, Guy. Habit?"
"No."
The answer surprised him, and Luke had stopped combing his fingers through his hair to look at his best friend then. Something in Guy's tone worried him; he sounded depressed, or maybe even frightened.
No. Not Guy. Impossible.
"Are you okay?" Luke asked, concerned, noting that Guy was staring down at his hands, wringing them, refusing to meet Luke's eyes. "...Guy?" he insisted, when he didn't receive an answer.
"Can...can I...keep waiting for you to wake up..." Guy's voice was very soft, so quiet that Luke had to lean in to hear it. "I..." He pursed his lips, unwilling to elaborate.
"Sure...sure you can," Luke said uncertainly. Was Guy sick? "...Guy, are you all right? You're not...in trouble or anything, are you?"
"No, I'm not." Luke was beginning to think that Guy was not as fascinated with his gloves as his actions lead one to believe. "I...you..."
"Guy," Luke said impatiently, folding his arms, "you've never been at a loss of words with me. Just say it, you know I won't take it personally if it comes from you."
This did not appear to be the answer Guy had wanted, but he whispered all the same, "I...like watching you wake up."
...that was a peculiar notion. "Why?" Luke inquired incredulously, honestly bemused. "What's so special about me waking up?"
"Everything," Guy answered harshly before jerking back in surprise at his own tone, hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry," he babbled quickly, waving his hands nervously, "I didn't mean to snap at you, I just-"
"Guy, you're being really weird," Luke frowned, still slightly miffed by Guy's strange behavior.
"You're just..." Slowly, Guy's hand reached up and, much to Luke's shock and surprise, gently cupped his face near his jaw, fingertips brushing his earlobe, thumb hesitantly rubbing against his darkening cheek. "You're very important to me, Luke." Guy took advantage of Luke's wide-eyed stupor and smoothed his hair back from his face, smiling meekly and standing. Then, as if to add the icing to the cake, Guy paused before leaning down, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of Luke's head and striding away and out the door before Luke could even register what he'd done.
For a moment, it was all Luke could do to just sit still and collect his thoughts. Guy had touched him, kissed him...in an obviously not-just-friends way. The logical conclusion would be that Guy loved him, but as Luke had a nasty habit of not coming to the logical conclusion, there had to be some sort of mistake. He was a replica, he was a fake, a replacement. The idea of someone loving him, as unnecessary as he was, was preposterous.
If anyone were to love you, it'd be Guy.
Luke couldn't help a shy, embarassed smile, and ducked his head, hugging his pillow tightly to his chest.
Genre: Pure, unadulterated fluff
Pairing/Characters: GuyxLuke
Rating: Ah, G.
Summary: Guy is only at a loss for words when he knows exactly what he wants to say.
That hazy moment, when he's just waking up -it always took him such an ungodly long time to work his way to wakefulness, but there wasn't much that could be done about that- it was then that he appreciated Guy the most. For some reason, ever since Akzeriuth, an acute fear of waking up alone had been imbued within him and the first night he returned, and they'd had to camp in Aramis Spring, Luke had been the last to wake. Tear and Guy had gone to wash up and drink from the spring, and when he'd opened his eyes, they were both gone.
He'd panicked. Rather loudly at that. He'd scrambled to his feet, run along the stone pathway, tripped and fallen into the water and was found moments later sloshing through waist-deep, icy-cold spring water, calling their names, eyes red. Luke had been crying, but he had hoped that the water on his face had covered it up well enough (although he was almost certain Guy had noticed).
Ever since then, Guy made it an absolute, non-negotiable point to be at Luke's side whenever he woke. Guy was an early bird anyways; he'd always wake up even before Pere and the maids, to read for an hour or so before beginning his daily chores. Now, as they traveled together, Guy would lay his sleeping bag next to Luke's, and should he happen to wake before Luke did -which was often the case- he would dig out a book he had picked up from whatever town they had visited last from his pack and busy himself with that, sitting on his rolled-up bedding just beside Luke. When they had the fortune of booking an inn, Guy wouldn't leave the room until Luke woke up, usually simply pulling up a chair beside Luke's bed and reading or polishing his sword while waiting for the redhead to wake.
There had been one occurance...when Luke had woken in the middle of the night to someone softly stroking his hair. He had blinked up blearily and made out Guy's features in the dying light of the campfire, and murmured sleepily, "Guy?"
Guy had snatched his hand back then, possibly turning red, but it was too dark and Luke was too lethargic to notice. "You looked like you were having a nightmare," he offered quietly, and turned to face the campfire, legs up and arms clasped around his knees.
Luke didn't recall having a bad dream, but people forgot their dreams all the time, and he was too tired to give it any more thought than that.
One day during lunch, the question arose, and Luke had blurted it out before even thinking, as he had a tendency of doing. "Guy, how come you wait for me to wake up? I think I can handle it now."
Guy had frozen, apple halfway to his mouth as all eyes turned to him, curious (although Jade looked suspiciously triumphant, as if he had just been proven right), and awaited his answer with an uncharacteristically eager air. "Oh," he answered lamely, and quickly took a large bite out of his apple.
"Thanks, though," Luke had said obliviously, beaming at him, and Guy coughed and pounded on his chest to dislodge the chunk of apple that had decided it would rather be inhaled than consumed.
The next morning, Guy was still there. Luke grumbled into his pillow and yawned, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. Jade was nowhere to be found. "Hey, Guy. Habit?"
"No."
The answer surprised him, and Luke had stopped combing his fingers through his hair to look at his best friend then. Something in Guy's tone worried him; he sounded depressed, or maybe even frightened.
No. Not Guy. Impossible.
"Are you okay?" Luke asked, concerned, noting that Guy was staring down at his hands, wringing them, refusing to meet Luke's eyes. "...Guy?" he insisted, when he didn't receive an answer.
"Can...can I...keep waiting for you to wake up..." Guy's voice was very soft, so quiet that Luke had to lean in to hear it. "I..." He pursed his lips, unwilling to elaborate.
"Sure...sure you can," Luke said uncertainly. Was Guy sick? "...Guy, are you all right? You're not...in trouble or anything, are you?"
"No, I'm not." Luke was beginning to think that Guy was not as fascinated with his gloves as his actions lead one to believe. "I...you..."
"Guy," Luke said impatiently, folding his arms, "you've never been at a loss of words with me. Just say it, you know I won't take it personally if it comes from you."
This did not appear to be the answer Guy had wanted, but he whispered all the same, "I...like watching you wake up."
...that was a peculiar notion. "Why?" Luke inquired incredulously, honestly bemused. "What's so special about me waking up?"
"Everything," Guy answered harshly before jerking back in surprise at his own tone, hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry," he babbled quickly, waving his hands nervously, "I didn't mean to snap at you, I just-"
"Guy, you're being really weird," Luke frowned, still slightly miffed by Guy's strange behavior.
"You're just..." Slowly, Guy's hand reached up and, much to Luke's shock and surprise, gently cupped his face near his jaw, fingertips brushing his earlobe, thumb hesitantly rubbing against his darkening cheek. "You're very important to me, Luke." Guy took advantage of Luke's wide-eyed stupor and smoothed his hair back from his face, smiling meekly and standing. Then, as if to add the icing to the cake, Guy paused before leaning down, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of Luke's head and striding away and out the door before Luke could even register what he'd done.
For a moment, it was all Luke could do to just sit still and collect his thoughts. Guy had touched him, kissed him...in an obviously not-just-friends way. The logical conclusion would be that Guy loved him, but as Luke had a nasty habit of not coming to the logical conclusion, there had to be some sort of mistake. He was a replica, he was a fake, a replacement. The idea of someone loving him, as unnecessary as he was, was preposterous.
If anyone were to love you, it'd be Guy.
Luke couldn't help a shy, embarassed smile, and ducked his head, hugging his pillow tightly to his chest.