February writing challenge: day 22
yeah...it's definitely not february any longer, but, i did promise to finish these. (i'm hoping to finish them today so sorry for the spam!) :)
using table 7 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Heero/Duo, OC/OC (possible?) Rating: PG, Warnings: BL, slight touch of angst word count: 163, see previous stories here.
Table 7, #24 - Don't Look Back
Heero found him sitting on the grass on the hill above the memorial, the one erected to commemorate peace and unity, to remember those lost in the time of strife and unrest, and to stand as a pillar of strength against tyrannical methods of government. With a bare nod of acknowledgement, Duo turned back to watch the monument’s visitors; parents with babies in strollers and children running to circle its expansive base, widows and widowers, mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, friends, companions, and comrades.
“Do you think they understand what it’s really about,” Duo asked softly, leaning against Heero’s shoulder.
Taking a moment to study the crowded square below; too far away to note expressions, he could still read posture and body language. Confident in his answer, he reached for Duo’s hand and gave it a squeeze, reassuring, and said, “Most do, enough to believe in its symbolism to prevent acts of stupidity for the foreseeable future, and that’s enough for now.”
using table 7 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Heero/Duo, OC/OC (possible?) Rating: PG, Warnings: BL, slight touch of angst word count: 163, see previous stories here.
Table 7, #24 - Don't Look Back
Heero found him sitting on the grass on the hill above the memorial, the one erected to commemorate peace and unity, to remember those lost in the time of strife and unrest, and to stand as a pillar of strength against tyrannical methods of government. With a bare nod of acknowledgement, Duo turned back to watch the monument’s visitors; parents with babies in strollers and children running to circle its expansive base, widows and widowers, mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, friends, companions, and comrades.
“Do you think they understand what it’s really about,” Duo asked softly, leaning against Heero’s shoulder.
Taking a moment to study the crowded square below; too far away to note expressions, he could still read posture and body language. Confident in his answer, he reached for Duo’s hand and gave it a squeeze, reassuring, and said, “Most do, enough to believe in its symbolism to prevent acts of stupidity for the foreseeable future, and that’s enough for now.”