February writing challenge (no day, since this is starting late)
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using table 4 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Trowa/Quatre, Rating: PG-13, Warnings: angst, BL, word count: 165 note: written for darthanne, because a one-sentence fic wouldn't do, and twenty-five five-sentence fics will tell the story. :)
Table 4, #12 - Double Vision
When Trowa appeared in the distance, walking across the compound, Quatre believed him to be an illusion - a waking dream, a heat phased sense of deja vu. But the details were striking, so real, Quatre was on his feet, stilling the ramblings of the minor landowner over for lunch. He leaned against the balcony rail, shading his eyes with a hand, and as the figure drew closer, so Quatre’s smile widen.
He waved with high over head strokes of his arm, wanting to shout out and run to greet his friend; decorum be damned, but, some distant part of his heart quelled at what that greeting would bring. Instead, he called down to the door attendant to take up Trowa’s duffel bag, and show him to a guest room at the other end of the mansion; the time for truths would come later - after all, he’d waited for nearly four years for this day to come, another week or so wouldn’t hurt either of them.
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using table 4 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Trowa/Quatre, Rating: PG-13, Warnings: angst, BL, word count: 165 note: written for darthanne, because a one-sentence fic wouldn't do, and twenty-five five-sentence fics will tell the story. :)
Table 4, #12 - Double Vision
When Trowa appeared in the distance, walking across the compound, Quatre believed him to be an illusion - a waking dream, a heat phased sense of deja vu. But the details were striking, so real, Quatre was on his feet, stilling the ramblings of the minor landowner over for lunch. He leaned against the balcony rail, shading his eyes with a hand, and as the figure drew closer, so Quatre’s smile widen.
He waved with high over head strokes of his arm, wanting to shout out and run to greet his friend; decorum be damned, but, some distant part of his heart quelled at what that greeting would bring. Instead, he called down to the door attendant to take up Trowa’s duffel bag, and show him to a guest room at the other end of the mansion; the time for truths would come later - after all, he’d waited for nearly four years for this day to come, another week or so wouldn’t hurt either of them.
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