Post by infinite on Apr 26, 2011 21:59:37 GMT 10
Title: Sweating Sickness (Part Four)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 307
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Gary and Raoul turn to each other to get through the plague and the loss of their friend. Warning: character death
Gary and Raoul walked down to bury Francis together. It had been over so fast for him. He had fallen ill later and yielded to death sooner than either of them. They had visited him at his sickbed. The healer had said that he wasn’t fit to have visitors, and though they didn’t want to make him worse, they insisted on seeing him. They felt so much better when they were allowed to stay together, rather than in separate rooms, maybe Francis could sleep with them in Gary’s room, if he wanted to. But Francis didn’t recognise either of them. He was like a miniature sun, with his usually neat yellow curls wild around his face, his burning heat and his shiny eyes. He babbled in his delirium, but Gary and Raoul couldn’t understand what he said. He was speaking in tongues, conversing with the Black God, and Gary knew death would claim him soon. He didn’t mention the certainty to Raoul, who would clutch hope to his chest until the last. Let him have a few more days of hope, Gary thought.
They spent their time in Gary’s room, recovering at last, without Francis. Much of their time was passed in silence, but they maintained near constant physical contact. They squeezed each other’s hands, patted each other’s hair, and crawled under the other’s blankets. A closeness arose to combat their fear and horror, and that which would normally be a transgression was needed now for survival. It wouldn’t last after the plague, for convention would win out in times of safety, but they’d both remember. They’d internalise the comfort they derived from each other, and it would tie them together through every horror they faced.
Francis was buried under a tree. He was their first loss. How many more would they have?
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Rating: PG
Word Count: 307
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Gary and Raoul turn to each other to get through the plague and the loss of their friend. Warning: character death
Gary and Raoul walked down to bury Francis together. It had been over so fast for him. He had fallen ill later and yielded to death sooner than either of them. They had visited him at his sickbed. The healer had said that he wasn’t fit to have visitors, and though they didn’t want to make him worse, they insisted on seeing him. They felt so much better when they were allowed to stay together, rather than in separate rooms, maybe Francis could sleep with them in Gary’s room, if he wanted to. But Francis didn’t recognise either of them. He was like a miniature sun, with his usually neat yellow curls wild around his face, his burning heat and his shiny eyes. He babbled in his delirium, but Gary and Raoul couldn’t understand what he said. He was speaking in tongues, conversing with the Black God, and Gary knew death would claim him soon. He didn’t mention the certainty to Raoul, who would clutch hope to his chest until the last. Let him have a few more days of hope, Gary thought.
They spent their time in Gary’s room, recovering at last, without Francis. Much of their time was passed in silence, but they maintained near constant physical contact. They squeezed each other’s hands, patted each other’s hair, and crawled under the other’s blankets. A closeness arose to combat their fear and horror, and that which would normally be a transgression was needed now for survival. It wouldn’t last after the plague, for convention would win out in times of safety, but they’d both remember. They’d internalise the comfort they derived from each other, and it would tie them together through every horror they faced.
Francis was buried under a tree. He was their first loss. How many more would they have?
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