Post by Muse on May 1, 2011 7:17:14 GMT 10
Title: Happiness
Rating: PG
Word Count: 319
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? The fight is explosive and fast-burning, and then it retreats sullenly to burn deeper, darker, harder. Breakeven part 9, set post-Lioness Rampant.
“What do you want me to do?” Raoul growls, hands clenching defensively as he watches Gary pace in front of his desk.
Gary fixes him with a look almost sharp enough to be his usual grimace, but not quite. “I just told you—or are you not listening to anyone anymore?”
Raoul shifts in the armchair he always sits in when he visits Gary’s office; somehow the chair isn’t as comfortable as it usually is. “I heard a stuck up prig lecturing me on how to live my life.”
His voice is flat, and something in Gary starts to burn uncontrollably. “I’m worried about you, and this is all you have to say?”
“Damnit, Gary, you’re always so uptight now, always. Whatever happened to relaxing?”
“Whatever happened to being around?” Gary whirls on Raoul, temper burning in his pale face. “You’re always hiding in your rooms or sleeping off another drunken night because you have no self control!”
“Oh, so now this is my fault?” Raoul is on his feet before the words leave his mouth. “Isn’t that convenient.”
“Stop it, Raoul,” Gary spits the words. “You’re in trouble, and you know it.”
“Its nice of you to be concerned, now that you have the time.” Raoul mutters sullenly, and he glares at Gary when the other man gasps.
“Oh, yes, I see it all; Cythera’s gone visiting with her mother and now you have some free time and you think you can come solve all of the world’s problems—“
“That’s not it at all!”
“—oh, but it is, and you can’t. So save yourself the trouble and do something you actually want to do. Leave me alone.”
“Who says I don’t want to see you?”
“Think about it, Gary. When was the last time you smiled? You’re not smiling now, and neither am I. People normally smile when they’re happy, don’t you think?”
The door slammed.
QC by: greenie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 319
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? The fight is explosive and fast-burning, and then it retreats sullenly to burn deeper, darker, harder. Breakeven part 9, set post-Lioness Rampant.
“What do you want me to do?” Raoul growls, hands clenching defensively as he watches Gary pace in front of his desk.
Gary fixes him with a look almost sharp enough to be his usual grimace, but not quite. “I just told you—or are you not listening to anyone anymore?”
Raoul shifts in the armchair he always sits in when he visits Gary’s office; somehow the chair isn’t as comfortable as it usually is. “I heard a stuck up prig lecturing me on how to live my life.”
His voice is flat, and something in Gary starts to burn uncontrollably. “I’m worried about you, and this is all you have to say?”
“Damnit, Gary, you’re always so uptight now, always. Whatever happened to relaxing?”
“Whatever happened to being around?” Gary whirls on Raoul, temper burning in his pale face. “You’re always hiding in your rooms or sleeping off another drunken night because you have no self control!”
“Oh, so now this is my fault?” Raoul is on his feet before the words leave his mouth. “Isn’t that convenient.”
“Stop it, Raoul,” Gary spits the words. “You’re in trouble, and you know it.”
“Its nice of you to be concerned, now that you have the time.” Raoul mutters sullenly, and he glares at Gary when the other man gasps.
“Oh, yes, I see it all; Cythera’s gone visiting with her mother and now you have some free time and you think you can come solve all of the world’s problems—“
“That’s not it at all!”
“—oh, but it is, and you can’t. So save yourself the trouble and do something you actually want to do. Leave me alone.”
“Who says I don’t want to see you?”
“Think about it, Gary. When was the last time you smiled? You’re not smiling now, and neither am I. People normally smile when they’re happy, don’t you think?”
The door slammed.
QC by: greenie