February writing challenge TQ3
i must apologize ahead of time...this little idea for this story arc (of sorts) will have a bit of heavy angst for the next few stories. but...it is me writing this, so you know the angst won't last or the story end sadly. *grin*
using table 4 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Trowa/Quatre, Rating: PG-13, Warnings: angst, BL, word count: 236 note: written for darthanne, because a one-sentence fic wouldn't do, and twenty-five five-sentence fics will tell the story. :)
Table 4, #10 - Running on Empty
Dinner was a more intimate affair, with Trowa as his only guest, seated in the small room Quatre fancied was once a Lady’s parlor (though renovations had removed the plush carpeting, floral wallpaper, and frilly poof things). Though it had been mere hours, it felt as if days had passed since he’d welcomed Trowa to his home before having to rush off to an afternoon of meetings and functions; he made sure his schedule was cleared for the evening and the whole of the next day.
His questions were kept to a minimum, and dwindled to none the moment Quatre saw Trowa reaching for words, heard him speak in rusty, creaking tones. Instead of probing (albeit gently) for answers to questions long needing them, Quatre talked of their friends; told him about Duo’s latest scheme and how he was now thumbing his nose at his detractors; spoke about Wufei’s latest promotion and how the ‘Dragon’ had found his niche, seemed more at peace these days; and Quatre relayed Heero’s sudden decision to leave his role on the active Peace Keepers Mission and go to school, that he was in his second year at the university studying with a double concentration of Science and Math.
Dessert was by-passed as Quatre claimed the weariness he saw in Trowa; their first night together ended with Quatre saying his ‘goodnights’ in the hall and watching Trowa walk away.
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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: 236 note: written for darthanne, because a one-sentence fic wouldn't do, and twenty-five five-sentence fics will tell the story. :)
Table 4, #10 - Running on Empty
Dinner was a more intimate affair, with Trowa as his only guest, seated in the small room Quatre fancied was once a Lady’s parlor (though renovations had removed the plush carpeting, floral wallpaper, and frilly poof things). Though it had been mere hours, it felt as if days had passed since he’d welcomed Trowa to his home before having to rush off to an afternoon of meetings and functions; he made sure his schedule was cleared for the evening and the whole of the next day.
His questions were kept to a minimum, and dwindled to none the moment Quatre saw Trowa reaching for words, heard him speak in rusty, creaking tones. Instead of probing (albeit gently) for answers to questions long needing them, Quatre talked of their friends; told him about Duo’s latest scheme and how he was now thumbing his nose at his detractors; spoke about Wufei’s latest promotion and how the ‘Dragon’ had found his niche, seemed more at peace these days; and Quatre relayed Heero’s sudden decision to leave his role on the active Peace Keepers Mission and go to school, that he was in his second year at the university studying with a double concentration of Science and Math.
Dessert was by-passed as Quatre claimed the weariness he saw in Trowa; their first night together ended with Quatre saying his ‘goodnights’ in the hall and watching Trowa walk away.
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