Post by sidonie on Apr 28, 2011 8:15:08 GMT 10
Title: Frightened
Rating: PG
Word Count: 350
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2C
Summary: Raoul returns home from the Immortals War.
Author's Note: The first of my series inspired by "As If We Never Said Goodbye," from Sunset Boulevard (though I was thinking of the Glee version).
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I don't know why I'm frightened
I know my way around here
The cardboard trees, the painted seas, the sound here...
The Palace loomed, dim and grey and silent, barely lit by the feeble candles struggling against the encroaching dark. It seemed to weigh on him, the smooth stone pillars soaring up until they were lost in the shadowy vaulted ceilings. They were the same as always, and yet they seemed to press in, threatening to topple and crush him. The corridors, once as familiar as the back of his own hand, had grown impossibly complicated, their wide passages somehow more difficult to decipher than a broken stick or half-obscured hoofprint in the mud.
Raoul turned in a tight circle, trying to still his racing heart. He wasn't lost. He couldn't be lost. This was where he had grown up, even more than Goldenlake. This was his home, and yet for every thing he recognized, there were ten unfamiliar details. For a brief, horrible moment, he missed the brutality and clangor and simplicity of battle, or even the boredom and strategy and miserable living conditions of war. He was sure he would never be lost in the middle of an army encampment, no matter how much time had passed since he had last been there.
He was teetering on the edge of a full-blown panic attack when a firm hand gripped his elbow. “Raoul?” The voice was rough and strained, almost disbelieving.
The knight spun toward the speaker, stopping dead as he recognized the lanky frame and warm brown eyes. “Gary?” The word cracked in his throat.
His closest friend, the man he hadn't seen since the beginning of this gods-curst war, pulled him into an embrace, tears streaming down his cheeks. Just a few years ago, Raoul would have laughed, clapped him on the back, and told him to man up. Now he clung to his year-mate, burying his face in the shorter man's shoulder as he choked back a sob.
“You're back,” Gary whispered. “You're alive.”
Standing there, in that massive hallway that had seemed so dark and cold only moments ago, they held each other and learned what it was to weep for joy.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 350
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2C
Summary: Raoul returns home from the Immortals War.
Author's Note: The first of my series inspired by "As If We Never Said Goodbye," from Sunset Boulevard (though I was thinking of the Glee version).
~~~~~~
I don't know why I'm frightened
I know my way around here
The cardboard trees, the painted seas, the sound here...
The Palace loomed, dim and grey and silent, barely lit by the feeble candles struggling against the encroaching dark. It seemed to weigh on him, the smooth stone pillars soaring up until they were lost in the shadowy vaulted ceilings. They were the same as always, and yet they seemed to press in, threatening to topple and crush him. The corridors, once as familiar as the back of his own hand, had grown impossibly complicated, their wide passages somehow more difficult to decipher than a broken stick or half-obscured hoofprint in the mud.
Raoul turned in a tight circle, trying to still his racing heart. He wasn't lost. He couldn't be lost. This was where he had grown up, even more than Goldenlake. This was his home, and yet for every thing he recognized, there were ten unfamiliar details. For a brief, horrible moment, he missed the brutality and clangor and simplicity of battle, or even the boredom and strategy and miserable living conditions of war. He was sure he would never be lost in the middle of an army encampment, no matter how much time had passed since he had last been there.
He was teetering on the edge of a full-blown panic attack when a firm hand gripped his elbow. “Raoul?” The voice was rough and strained, almost disbelieving.
The knight spun toward the speaker, stopping dead as he recognized the lanky frame and warm brown eyes. “Gary?” The word cracked in his throat.
His closest friend, the man he hadn't seen since the beginning of this gods-curst war, pulled him into an embrace, tears streaming down his cheeks. Just a few years ago, Raoul would have laughed, clapped him on the back, and told him to man up. Now he clung to his year-mate, burying his face in the shorter man's shoulder as he choked back a sob.
“You're back,” Gary whispered. “You're alive.”
Standing there, in that massive hallway that had seemed so dark and cold only moments ago, they held each other and learned what it was to weep for joy.
QC by: journeycat