February writing challenge TQ11
(you guys are so going to hate me!)
using table 4 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Trowa/Quatre, Rating: PG, Warnings: angst, BL, word count: 201, see previous stories here, note: written for darthanne, because a one-sentence fic wouldn't do, and twenty-five five-sentence fics will tell the story. :)
Table 4, #25 - Rising Tide
“Duo shouldn’t have said anything,” Trowa told him, nudging him forward, and sliding on the couch behind him, “I never wanted you to find out.”
In the room’s darkness, Quatre could barely breathe, barely see, barely feel, and Trowa’s arms went about him, Trowa’s legs tucked up close around his - Trowa, his anchor, even in this; his eyes closed and his mouth snapped shut on the cry that wanted to sound - it had happened so long ago, and it still haunted him, taking from him the only thing he wanted to last.
“It doesn’t change anything between us,” Trowa was whispering into his hair, “you did what you had to, then, just as I did what I needed to stop you - no fault, no hate.”
Quatre protested, shaking his head, repeating the word ‘no’ over and over - he had killed Trowa, no matter that the man was still living, and loving him.
Squeezing him tight, Trowa’s voice was harsh, diseased roughened, but in words that Quatre could only agree with: “I tried to hate you, once, but could not, Quatre… you will not take away the only happiness I have left in what life I have left, understand?”
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using table 4 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Trowa/Quatre, Rating: PG, Warnings: angst, BL, word count: 201, see previous stories here, note: written for darthanne, because a one-sentence fic wouldn't do, and twenty-five five-sentence fics will tell the story. :)
Table 4, #25 - Rising Tide
“Duo shouldn’t have said anything,” Trowa told him, nudging him forward, and sliding on the couch behind him, “I never wanted you to find out.”
In the room’s darkness, Quatre could barely breathe, barely see, barely feel, and Trowa’s arms went about him, Trowa’s legs tucked up close around his - Trowa, his anchor, even in this; his eyes closed and his mouth snapped shut on the cry that wanted to sound - it had happened so long ago, and it still haunted him, taking from him the only thing he wanted to last.
“It doesn’t change anything between us,” Trowa was whispering into his hair, “you did what you had to, then, just as I did what I needed to stop you - no fault, no hate.”
Quatre protested, shaking his head, repeating the word ‘no’ over and over - he had killed Trowa, no matter that the man was still living, and loving him.
Squeezing him tight, Trowa’s voice was harsh, diseased roughened, but in words that Quatre could only agree with: “I tried to hate you, once, but could not, Quatre… you will not take away the only happiness I have left in what life I have left, understand?”
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