February writing challenge TQ6
using table 4 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Trowa/Quatre, Rating: PG-13, Warnings: ANGST, BL, word count: 225 note: written for darthanne, because a one-sentence fic wouldn't do, and twenty-five five-sentence fics will tell the story. :)
Table 4, #13 - Paradise
Disguising the hurt, the denial, and the thread of anger, Quatre had demanded answers of Trowa - what, when, and why; the most important was the last, and the one Trowa couldn’t quite answer immediately. Three years, Trowa had answered for the when, four at the most, and his time was about up; the ‘what’ was given in vague reference to a respiratory disease he’d picked up during the war.
It was late when Trowa was found (in the garden stretched out on the lawn), and Quatre took a moment to look him over, trying to see the signs of an illness he still didn’t want to acknowledge; from the bare feet with toes digging into the earth, to his hair falling over one side of his face, from the narrow strip of skin peeking out from where his shirt had parted from his pants to the green eyes now looking back at him, Quatre found not one flaw, one mark, one hint.
“I couldn’t stay away, though I tried…” Trowa whispered the harshness minimized at the low tone, “I wanted to spend my last days with you.”
He could only nod in response, his throat tight and eyes stinging; Quatre lay on the grass, mimicking Trowa’s pose, and turning his head from watching Trowa to watching the stars, he knew he was where he belonged.
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