Post by Muse on May 1, 2011 7:18:26 GMT 10
Title: No Wise Words
Rating: PG
Word Count: 311
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding. Gary loses his temper, even though Cythera isn’t the one he wants to yell at and Raoul is. Breakeven part 13, set post-Lioness Rampant.
When Gary admits that Raoul’s been falling, and falling hard, into his liquor, Cythera balks, just the slightest bit. But he’s right, she thinks as she looks back in her memories, and he’s right that this has been happening since Coronation Day.
Gary presses ink-stained fingers to his eyes, and though his shoulders shake, no tears escape; those hoarse sobs burn their way up his throat relentlessly.
“Maybe,” she offers quietly, her own voice surprising her as she thinks rapidly, pulling him close, “maybe you both just need some time.”
For a second, this seems like logic, until Gary fixes her with a harsh look.
“Time?” he asks, “Time for what?”
Time for yourself, she wants to tell him, time for you to relax, for Raoul to relax, for you to have time to be friends again, for you to get out of your office, for him to get out of his, for you to put aside your papers when he knocks at your door, for you both to stop pushing the other away.
Time for you to let go of your work, time for him to let go of his wine.
None of these words make it to her tongue, and instead she says quietly under his stare, “Time to grieve.”
And it’s the wrong words to say, and she knows it.
So does he. “Grieve? For what? There’s nothing more to grieve, Cythera—the dead are dead and there will be more if we can’t get this to work and so all that is left is paperwork, mountains and mountains of paperwork!” He bites his lip in the silence, but continues coldly, “Raoul doesn’t understand this, and obviously neither do you.”
Cythera twists her hands in her skirt before she rises to her feet and turns to the door.
“Now I understand why he won’t come talk to you.”
QC by: greenie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 311
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding. Gary loses his temper, even though Cythera isn’t the one he wants to yell at and Raoul is. Breakeven part 13, set post-Lioness Rampant.
When Gary admits that Raoul’s been falling, and falling hard, into his liquor, Cythera balks, just the slightest bit. But he’s right, she thinks as she looks back in her memories, and he’s right that this has been happening since Coronation Day.
Gary presses ink-stained fingers to his eyes, and though his shoulders shake, no tears escape; those hoarse sobs burn their way up his throat relentlessly.
“Maybe,” she offers quietly, her own voice surprising her as she thinks rapidly, pulling him close, “maybe you both just need some time.”
For a second, this seems like logic, until Gary fixes her with a harsh look.
“Time?” he asks, “Time for what?”
Time for yourself, she wants to tell him, time for you to relax, for Raoul to relax, for you to have time to be friends again, for you to get out of your office, for him to get out of his, for you to put aside your papers when he knocks at your door, for you both to stop pushing the other away.
Time for you to let go of your work, time for him to let go of his wine.
None of these words make it to her tongue, and instead she says quietly under his stare, “Time to grieve.”
And it’s the wrong words to say, and she knows it.
So does he. “Grieve? For what? There’s nothing more to grieve, Cythera—the dead are dead and there will be more if we can’t get this to work and so all that is left is paperwork, mountains and mountains of paperwork!” He bites his lip in the silence, but continues coldly, “Raoul doesn’t understand this, and obviously neither do you.”
Cythera twists her hands in her skirt before she rises to her feet and turns to the door.
“Now I understand why he won’t come talk to you.”
QC by: greenie