[TSN Big Bang 2012 - art] I Would Take a Whisper
Title: I Would Take A Whisper (If That's All You Had To Give) by itsanoffblue
Fandom: The Social Network
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Mark/Eduardo
Image Count: 2
Note: agghh, such a wonderful fic!! SO MANY Mark feels. please please read it before looking at these pictures!
I tried something a bit new for the coloring on these ones, so hope you like it! :)
“I miss them, Mark,” Eduardo says into the silence and he is surprised to hear the tears in his voice. “They were the only real friends I had in the world. I keep absent-mindedly calling Chris to ask for advice or texting Dustin about something stupid someone said at work and I don’t - I don’t know what to do. It’s like it’s not real. It’s like they’ll be back any minute.”
He blinks against the stinging in his eyes.
“They won’t be,” Mark says and Eduardo huffs a laugh through his tears.
“Mark - ”
“Wardo.” He can feel Mark turn to look at him, “They won’t be back. It’s just us. And Rosie.” Eduardo nods. “I miss them too.” Mark continues “Believe it or not, I didn’t have any other friends either. Not ever. Except for you. And you don’t count.”
Eduardo snorts. “No, of course I don’t. You wanted to get rid of me.”
“No,” Mark says slowly as if talking to a small child, “You don’t count because you were different to them in my head, Eduardo. More.”
Eduardo shakes his head and looks up at the ceiling and he feels Mark look back at the screen again. They are quiet for a few more minutes before Mark says, “They loved each other.”
“Yeah,” Eduardo agrees with a sigh.
Very gently, so gently it’s as if he hopes Eduardo won’t notice, Mark rests his head on Eduardo’s shoulder. “I miss them.” He whispers into the darkness and Eduardo finds he doesn’t have the heart to shrug him off.
“Me too,” he replies eventually and he feels Mark relax slightly against him and then,
“I miss you,” Mark says, even quieter than before.
Eduardo feels himself stop breathing for just a second. He wants to cry, he wants to scream that it isn’t fair for Mark to do this to him, he wants to say me too and no and about a thousand other things but he can’t say any of them. He wants to leave but he’s tired of running away; he wants to stay but he’s scared to let Mark back in. He wants to shrug Mark off and he wants Mark to stay there forever and in the end all he can do is whisper “Okay,” and hope that at least some of all that gets across.
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Eduardo raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth to retort but Rosalind leans over and starts making the chicken peck at Eduardo’s food, making loud ‘om nom nom nom’ noises and smacking her lips.
“Well, would you look at that,” Mark says, and his voice is so strained that Eduardo looks up and sees that he is trying valiantly not to laugh, “She’s your daughter after all.”
Eduardo looks back down at his salad. Chicken. She’s making her chicken, eat chicken.
Mark explodes into laughter. He clutches at his stomach and almost falls onto his back with the force of it and Eduardo even thinks he sees tears in his eyes before he’s covering his face with his hands to try and stifle his hysterics. Eduardo has seen Mark laugh before of course, because contrary to what the public thinks, Mark does have feelings and he does laugh if he finds something funny enough but he has never, not once, seen Mark laugh like this: eyes shining with mirth and mouth wide in a grin, gasping for breath and shoulders shaking. Eduardo cannot help it. He laughs too.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees some flashes go off but he hardly even notices. They’re laughing like children after too many sweets; like drunk teenagers staggering out of a party watching their friend put a cone on his head; like two best friends with a lot of problems sharing a private joke they weren’t even aware they had.
Fandom: The Social Network
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Mark/Eduardo
Image Count: 2
Note: agghh, such a wonderful fic!! SO MANY Mark feels. please please read it before looking at these pictures!
I tried something a bit new for the coloring on these ones, so hope you like it! :)
“I miss them, Mark,” Eduardo says into the silence and he is surprised to hear the tears in his voice. “They were the only real friends I had in the world. I keep absent-mindedly calling Chris to ask for advice or texting Dustin about something stupid someone said at work and I don’t - I don’t know what to do. It’s like it’s not real. It’s like they’ll be back any minute.”
He blinks against the stinging in his eyes.
“They won’t be,” Mark says and Eduardo huffs a laugh through his tears.
“Mark - ”
“Wardo.” He can feel Mark turn to look at him, “They won’t be back. It’s just us. And Rosie.” Eduardo nods. “I miss them too.” Mark continues “Believe it or not, I didn’t have any other friends either. Not ever. Except for you. And you don’t count.”
Eduardo snorts. “No, of course I don’t. You wanted to get rid of me.”
“No,” Mark says slowly as if talking to a small child, “You don’t count because you were different to them in my head, Eduardo. More.”
Eduardo shakes his head and looks up at the ceiling and he feels Mark look back at the screen again. They are quiet for a few more minutes before Mark says, “They loved each other.”
“Yeah,” Eduardo agrees with a sigh.
Very gently, so gently it’s as if he hopes Eduardo won’t notice, Mark rests his head on Eduardo’s shoulder. “I miss them.” He whispers into the darkness and Eduardo finds he doesn’t have the heart to shrug him off.
“Me too,” he replies eventually and he feels Mark relax slightly against him and then,
“I miss you,” Mark says, even quieter than before.
Eduardo feels himself stop breathing for just a second. He wants to cry, he wants to scream that it isn’t fair for Mark to do this to him, he wants to say me too and no and about a thousand other things but he can’t say any of them. He wants to leave but he’s tired of running away; he wants to stay but he’s scared to let Mark back in. He wants to shrug Mark off and he wants Mark to stay there forever and in the end all he can do is whisper “Okay,” and hope that at least some of all that gets across.
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Eduardo raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth to retort but Rosalind leans over and starts making the chicken peck at Eduardo’s food, making loud ‘om nom nom nom’ noises and smacking her lips.
“Well, would you look at that,” Mark says, and his voice is so strained that Eduardo looks up and sees that he is trying valiantly not to laugh, “She’s your daughter after all.”
Eduardo looks back down at his salad. Chicken. She’s making her chicken, eat chicken.
Mark explodes into laughter. He clutches at his stomach and almost falls onto his back with the force of it and Eduardo even thinks he sees tears in his eyes before he’s covering his face with his hands to try and stifle his hysterics. Eduardo has seen Mark laugh before of course, because contrary to what the public thinks, Mark does have feelings and he does laugh if he finds something funny enough but he has never, not once, seen Mark laugh like this: eyes shining with mirth and mouth wide in a grin, gasping for breath and shoulders shaking. Eduardo cannot help it. He laughs too.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees some flashes go off but he hardly even notices. They’re laughing like children after too many sweets; like drunk teenagers staggering out of a party watching their friend put a cone on his head; like two best friends with a lot of problems sharing a private joke they weren’t even aware they had.