Post by Muse on May 1, 2011 7:15:16 GMT 10
Title: Stubborn Realization
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Her best days will be some of my worst. It all starts to fall apart, a little bit at a time, and Raoul notices but nothing seems to change. Breakeven part 5, set post-Lioness Rampant.
Raoul didn’t even realize how different life was without her until Cythera returned from the countryside after the Coronation Day disaster; even with the Palace in shambles, she somehow manages to make it run smoother and look nicer.
She and Thayet laugh again, sitting in the gardens together and soaking up the sunlight. It is odd how foreign the sound was, but hearing it tumble across the Palace grounds as he makes his way to the Own barracks, Raoul smiles. It was about time someone’s spirits lifted.
Still, he can’t help but wonder.
Light seeps from under the door to Gary’s study at all hours of the night, and Raoul can hear his quill scratching incessantly from the hall. If he pushes the door open, he knows he’ll find Gary hunched over his desk, dark circles under his eyes and the flickering candlelight lending him a crazed expression that covers his exhaustion.
Wildflowers on the desk speak of an afternoon with Cythera, but they’re almost completely covered with scrolls and loose leaf paper.
“Gary, go to bed.” He speaks softly, but the entire rest of the Palace is asleep and so a whisper sounds as loud as a shout.
Gary levels one tired glance at Raoul. “Can’t. This has to be finished by morning; very important, its about the trade embargo—“
“You’re about to fall asleep on your desk,” Raoul points out, but Gary’s mouth is set in a stubborn line and Raoul already knows he’s lost this fight.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Her best days will be some of my worst. It all starts to fall apart, a little bit at a time, and Raoul notices but nothing seems to change. Breakeven part 5, set post-Lioness Rampant.
Raoul didn’t even realize how different life was without her until Cythera returned from the countryside after the Coronation Day disaster; even with the Palace in shambles, she somehow manages to make it run smoother and look nicer.
She and Thayet laugh again, sitting in the gardens together and soaking up the sunlight. It is odd how foreign the sound was, but hearing it tumble across the Palace grounds as he makes his way to the Own barracks, Raoul smiles. It was about time someone’s spirits lifted.
Still, he can’t help but wonder.
Light seeps from under the door to Gary’s study at all hours of the night, and Raoul can hear his quill scratching incessantly from the hall. If he pushes the door open, he knows he’ll find Gary hunched over his desk, dark circles under his eyes and the flickering candlelight lending him a crazed expression that covers his exhaustion.
Wildflowers on the desk speak of an afternoon with Cythera, but they’re almost completely covered with scrolls and loose leaf paper.
“Gary, go to bed.” He speaks softly, but the entire rest of the Palace is asleep and so a whisper sounds as loud as a shout.
Gary levels one tired glance at Raoul. “Can’t. This has to be finished by morning; very important, its about the trade embargo—“
“You’re about to fall asleep on your desk,” Raoul points out, but Gary’s mouth is set in a stubborn line and Raoul already knows he’s lost this fight.
QC by PeroxidePirate