[Drabble-GW] Hush
Mar. 4th, 2009 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misanagiHush
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG
Pairing: Trowa/Quatre
Words: 356
Notes: Just a little drabble for 03/04 day - or 04/03 (whichever you prefer)- which I couldn't let pass without some kind of celebration.
There was a bottle of wine between them. Deep red in an unmarked bottle, a wine Trowa knew had been brewed on the tiny village just north of where they sat. It was halfway buried in the sad, waiting in the coolness of the night for them to open it.
There wasn't a breeze, which Trowa had learned it was a good thing in the desert. Now, at night, everything stood still, the sand unmoved and the stars shining on a clear sky.
"It's going to get colder really soon."
Quatre was looking at him, eyes slightly darker under the dim moonlight and a few grains of sand on his hair.
Trowa reached for the bottle, used his teeth to open the cork and then handed it to Quatre.
"Abdul gifted this to us," Quatre said, glancing at the bottle. "As a celebration of sorts."
"Corsica." Trowa smiled.
"Yes," Quatre said, his smile mirroring Trowa's. He brought the bottle to his lips and had a healthy drink.
He passed the bottle to Trowa who held it in his hand for a long moment before having a drink himself. "The desert is quiet tonight," he said after a moment.
"It always is." Quatre took a fistful of sand and let it slip slowly from between his fingers. "It murmurs and you have to be still to listen but under the calm there's always strength enough to roar as loudly as any storm."
"I like the quiet," Trowa said thoughtfully, letting his own fingers touch the cool sand.
"I know you do." Quatre took the bottle from Trowa's hand and had a drink. "Don't you miss it sometimes, though? The storm?"
Quatre's eyes had cleared slightly and Trowa was quiet as he watched them. "No," he said at last. "I don't need it now."
"And Corsica?"
Trowa took the bottle and put it away. Leaning forward he closed the distance between them and answered Quatre's question the best way he knew how.
On the desert night all was still but for the two figures, close together, kissing on the sand, a bottle of wine forgotten at their side.
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG
Pairing: Trowa/Quatre
Words: 356
Notes: Just a little drabble for 03/04 day - or 04/03 (whichever you prefer)- which I couldn't let pass without some kind of celebration.
There was a bottle of wine between them. Deep red in an unmarked bottle, a wine Trowa knew had been brewed on the tiny village just north of where they sat. It was halfway buried in the sad, waiting in the coolness of the night for them to open it.
There wasn't a breeze, which Trowa had learned it was a good thing in the desert. Now, at night, everything stood still, the sand unmoved and the stars shining on a clear sky.
"It's going to get colder really soon."
Quatre was looking at him, eyes slightly darker under the dim moonlight and a few grains of sand on his hair.
Trowa reached for the bottle, used his teeth to open the cork and then handed it to Quatre.
"Abdul gifted this to us," Quatre said, glancing at the bottle. "As a celebration of sorts."
"Corsica." Trowa smiled.
"Yes," Quatre said, his smile mirroring Trowa's. He brought the bottle to his lips and had a healthy drink.
He passed the bottle to Trowa who held it in his hand for a long moment before having a drink himself. "The desert is quiet tonight," he said after a moment.
"It always is." Quatre took a fistful of sand and let it slip slowly from between his fingers. "It murmurs and you have to be still to listen but under the calm there's always strength enough to roar as loudly as any storm."
"I like the quiet," Trowa said thoughtfully, letting his own fingers touch the cool sand.
"I know you do." Quatre took the bottle from Trowa's hand and had a drink. "Don't you miss it sometimes, though? The storm?"
Quatre's eyes had cleared slightly and Trowa was quiet as he watched them. "No," he said at last. "I don't need it now."
"And Corsica?"
Trowa took the bottle and put it away. Leaning forward he closed the distance between them and answered Quatre's question the best way he knew how.
On the desert night all was still but for the two figures, close together, kissing on the sand, a bottle of wine forgotten at their side.
