Post by Muse on May 1, 2011 7:18:51 GMT 10
Title: Pretending
Rating: PG
Word Count: 232
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Cause she’s moved on while I’m still grieving. Raoul notices just enough to make him wish he were blind. Breakeven part 14, set post-Lioness Rampant.
Gary’s gotten very good at pretending, Raoul thinks during another interminable Council meeting; he’s noticed, everyday, at every meeting, the skill with which Gary erects a mask and conceals himself behind it and behind sheaves of parchment, ink stains, and broken quills.
Raoul wonders what’s gotten Gary so uptight, but he doesn’t quite have the courage to ask about the cause of the small tick near Gary’s left temple, the bright, angry gleam of his eyes, his tense jaw.
Groaning, Raoul buries his head in his hands—let Jon think that he’s just fed up with the endless topic of sheep and the Grimhold Mountains—he’s such a coward.
It's only midmorning, but this observation makes him wish he hadn’t left his flask in his desk.
Escaping the meeting ahead of everyone else, Raoul hopes to find something to distract himself for the remainder of the day.
(The wine he bought on his last trip to Port Caynn pulls him towards his rooms.)
He bumps into Cythera halfway there, between the administrative offices and the rooms of the upper nobility, and he’s about to ask her what’s been going on when Raoul realizes that Cythera won’t meet his eyes; she ducks her head and hurries past.
Gary’s office door is locked, again, and when Raoul knocks all he receives is “Go away,” so Raoul retreats wordlessly, telling himself that this doesn’t hurt.
QC by: greenie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 232
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Cause she’s moved on while I’m still grieving. Raoul notices just enough to make him wish he were blind. Breakeven part 14, set post-Lioness Rampant.
Gary’s gotten very good at pretending, Raoul thinks during another interminable Council meeting; he’s noticed, everyday, at every meeting, the skill with which Gary erects a mask and conceals himself behind it and behind sheaves of parchment, ink stains, and broken quills.
Raoul wonders what’s gotten Gary so uptight, but he doesn’t quite have the courage to ask about the cause of the small tick near Gary’s left temple, the bright, angry gleam of his eyes, his tense jaw.
Groaning, Raoul buries his head in his hands—let Jon think that he’s just fed up with the endless topic of sheep and the Grimhold Mountains—he’s such a coward.
It's only midmorning, but this observation makes him wish he hadn’t left his flask in his desk.
Escaping the meeting ahead of everyone else, Raoul hopes to find something to distract himself for the remainder of the day.
(The wine he bought on his last trip to Port Caynn pulls him towards his rooms.)
He bumps into Cythera halfway there, between the administrative offices and the rooms of the upper nobility, and he’s about to ask her what’s been going on when Raoul realizes that Cythera won’t meet his eyes; she ducks her head and hurries past.
Gary’s office door is locked, again, and when Raoul knocks all he receives is “Go away,” so Raoul retreats wordlessly, telling himself that this doesn’t hurt.
QC by: greenie