Post by Muse on May 1, 2011 7:16:29 GMT 10
Title: Wide Awake
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 240
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: While I’m wide awake she’s no trouble sleeping. Words and wine are keeping Gary up, and he vaguely realizes that what he’s feeling is worry. Breakeven part 7, set post-Lioness Rampant. Warning: Alcohol use.
Gary falls bonelessly into his bed, wondering at the softness of the quilts underneath him. Its softer than he remembers, and he discovers he’s more relaxed than he can remember being in months—has it already been months?—since before the earthquakes, since before Jon was King and not just Jon…
…Since before he ended up sitting and watching Raoul drink himself stupid, glass after glass after glass of oblivion sliding down his throat.
Wine buzzes around in his head, in and out of words and hypothetical conversations he might have spoken… did he talk to Raoul? He can’t remember; he remembers the grossly mesmerizing light, dazed and confused, that watched him out of Raoul’s eyes as he and Gary sat with the bottle of wine between them.
Which is worse? He doesn’t know, caught between two lines in the sand, caught within and without, moving two different directions and not at all.
Cythera’s flowers, the ones she picked that afternoon… last week? Last week already?... they wilt on his desk under his work, buried alive and fading fast.
Raoul’s eyes, watching him, blaming him, summing up everything they were and the great expanse of nothing between them and this nothing is consuming them alive and the last thought flitting across Gary’s mind is how Raoul had the wine cabinet stocked and waiting for him, for them, and then he surrenders to the white noise buzz of alcohol and sleep.
QC by: greenie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 240
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: While I’m wide awake she’s no trouble sleeping. Words and wine are keeping Gary up, and he vaguely realizes that what he’s feeling is worry. Breakeven part 7, set post-Lioness Rampant. Warning: Alcohol use.
Gary falls bonelessly into his bed, wondering at the softness of the quilts underneath him. Its softer than he remembers, and he discovers he’s more relaxed than he can remember being in months—has it already been months?—since before the earthquakes, since before Jon was King and not just Jon…
…Since before he ended up sitting and watching Raoul drink himself stupid, glass after glass after glass of oblivion sliding down his throat.
Wine buzzes around in his head, in and out of words and hypothetical conversations he might have spoken… did he talk to Raoul? He can’t remember; he remembers the grossly mesmerizing light, dazed and confused, that watched him out of Raoul’s eyes as he and Gary sat with the bottle of wine between them.
Which is worse? He doesn’t know, caught between two lines in the sand, caught within and without, moving two different directions and not at all.
Cythera’s flowers, the ones she picked that afternoon… last week? Last week already?... they wilt on his desk under his work, buried alive and fading fast.
Raoul’s eyes, watching him, blaming him, summing up everything they were and the great expanse of nothing between them and this nothing is consuming them alive and the last thought flitting across Gary’s mind is how Raoul had the wine cabinet stocked and waiting for him, for them, and then he surrenders to the white noise buzz of alcohol and sleep.
QC by: greenie
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!