Gloves
Title: Gloves
Author: naturalbluicons
Summary: Glitch wonders at things that were.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sexuality.
Original Story: Another Lifetime by amedia
Thank you to amedia for the wonderful original and to erinm_4600 for betaing.
It starts with a glove. Glitch holds it in his hand and there are scents and sounds familiar that come to his mind, dancing just at the edges, but not quite within reach. He closes his eyes, his lips parting as he tries to extend himself towards them.
"What is it?" Cain approaches and Glitch's eyes open, the glove in view again.
"Just.... things." Glitch grimaces slightly.
"Memory things?"
"How did you know?" The grimace becomes a thin smile as the Tin Man's arms encircle him and Glitch leans back against his chest.
Cain shrugs. "Just a feeling." He smiles thinly as well, holding Glitch's slender body close against his.
Glitch breathes in deeply and words whisper in his mind...
Suit yourself....
...Follow me.
"Cain?"
"Yeah, Glitch?"
Glitch reaches, but keeps falling short.... the scent... the glove.... "What?"
The Tin Man blinks, bewildered. "You okay?"
Glitch shakes himself, drawing away from Cain. "It's... not fully formed." He frowns pensively and walks back to the chest, drawing out an elegant coat. It smells musty and there are moth-eaten holes ("How in the O.Z. do they get in?" He grumbles.) but the color is still rich, even after all this time.
He swears he smells alcohol... sweat... he shivers as Cain breathes in his ear, yet-
He turns to look at Cain, still standing on the other side of the room, then squints for a moment at the other man, confused.
Cain looks at his companion, bemused and wondering what is going on in his head. He can only imagine.
Glitch takes a step closer, then a step back, his lips pursing and his brow furrowing. "But..."
"Did that coat have some vapors stuck in it?" Cain raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest.
Glitch turns his eyes back to the coat, holding it at arm's length and studying it. "It's just... familiar."
"It was yours, sweetheart."
"I know that." Irritation creeps into his voice.
Cain puts his hands up. "Sorry." He doesn't mean to sound condescending, but he doesn't always know what Glitch realizes, remembers and forgets.
Folding the coat with care, Glitch lays it back in the chest. Placing the glove on top, he realizes he didn't see another and wonders where its match got to. He wonders for a moment if it's lonely being a single glove. A smile touches his lips at the idle thought and his mind wanders in the direction of some grand adventure for the other glove- saving the O.Z. from an evil witch who wants to block out the- then he remembers that was him and DG, and Cain and Raw and he shakes his head, chiding himself for being silly.
"You wanna tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" Cain approaches and puts a hand lightly on Glitch's back, trying to catch those dark eyes with his light ones.
"Gloves." Glitch says flatly. "Just... gloves."
---
Ambrose stuffs his gloves into his pocket, not seeing one fall to the floor. He glances over his shoulder at the sleeping, inebriated, Tin Man and, for a moment, wants to stay. He reaches out, touching the other man's cheek and letting his fingers drag along the jawline but, outside, the suns are beginning to rise and he knows he has to go. With a last look, he stands and goes to the door, pausing a final moment, biting his lip then forcing himself out.
When Cain wakes, something white catches his eye. He picks up a single glove from the floor and tries to grasp at hazy memories from the previous night.
Author: naturalbluicons
Summary: Glitch wonders at things that were.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sexuality.
Original Story: Another Lifetime by amedia
Thank you to amedia for the wonderful original and to erinm_4600 for betaing.
It starts with a glove. Glitch holds it in his hand and there are scents and sounds familiar that come to his mind, dancing just at the edges, but not quite within reach. He closes his eyes, his lips parting as he tries to extend himself towards them.
"What is it?" Cain approaches and Glitch's eyes open, the glove in view again.
"Just.... things." Glitch grimaces slightly.
"Memory things?"
"How did you know?" The grimace becomes a thin smile as the Tin Man's arms encircle him and Glitch leans back against his chest.
Cain shrugs. "Just a feeling." He smiles thinly as well, holding Glitch's slender body close against his.
Glitch breathes in deeply and words whisper in his mind...
Suit yourself....
...Follow me.
"Cain?"
"Yeah, Glitch?"
Glitch reaches, but keeps falling short.... the scent... the glove.... "What?"
The Tin Man blinks, bewildered. "You okay?"
Glitch shakes himself, drawing away from Cain. "It's... not fully formed." He frowns pensively and walks back to the chest, drawing out an elegant coat. It smells musty and there are moth-eaten holes ("How in the O.Z. do they get in?" He grumbles.) but the color is still rich, even after all this time.
He swears he smells alcohol... sweat... he shivers as Cain breathes in his ear, yet-
He turns to look at Cain, still standing on the other side of the room, then squints for a moment at the other man, confused.
Cain looks at his companion, bemused and wondering what is going on in his head. He can only imagine.
Glitch takes a step closer, then a step back, his lips pursing and his brow furrowing. "But..."
"Did that coat have some vapors stuck in it?" Cain raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest.
Glitch turns his eyes back to the coat, holding it at arm's length and studying it. "It's just... familiar."
"It was yours, sweetheart."
"I know that." Irritation creeps into his voice.
Cain puts his hands up. "Sorry." He doesn't mean to sound condescending, but he doesn't always know what Glitch realizes, remembers and forgets.
Folding the coat with care, Glitch lays it back in the chest. Placing the glove on top, he realizes he didn't see another and wonders where its match got to. He wonders for a moment if it's lonely being a single glove. A smile touches his lips at the idle thought and his mind wanders in the direction of some grand adventure for the other glove- saving the O.Z. from an evil witch who wants to block out the- then he remembers that was him and DG, and Cain and Raw and he shakes his head, chiding himself for being silly.
"You wanna tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" Cain approaches and puts a hand lightly on Glitch's back, trying to catch those dark eyes with his light ones.
"Gloves." Glitch says flatly. "Just... gloves."
---
Ambrose stuffs his gloves into his pocket, not seeing one fall to the floor. He glances over his shoulder at the sleeping, inebriated, Tin Man and, for a moment, wants to stay. He reaches out, touching the other man's cheek and letting his fingers drag along the jawline but, outside, the suns are beginning to rise and he knows he has to go. With a last look, he stands and goes to the door, pausing a final moment, biting his lip then forcing himself out.
When Cain wakes, something white catches his eye. He picks up a single glove from the floor and tries to grasp at hazy memories from the previous night.