Post by infinite on Apr 26, 2011 12:15:39 GMT 10
Title: Nothing Takes the Place of You (Part One)
Rating: R
Word Count: 325
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Gary is at home, Raoul is at war. Warning: Some sex
Author’s Note: This fic was prompted by this song of the same name, by Toussaint McCall.
Gary wishes he had a portrait of Raoul. He’d never look at it, because he can’t bear to look at that face if he can’t touch it. To have the option would be a comfort, though. He reads Raoul’s letters. Bloodstained letters which go through the wars just to arrive in his hands at the palace. Gary reads them, then reads them again, then intermittently reads them and hides them from himself in a locked drawer. Raoul is a small part of his life, now. They write letters, but what can a letter say? And who knew if and when they’d be received?
Gary spends his evenings talking to Jon. He loves Jon, who lacks Raoul's sweetness, and he always enjoys their time together, but that time doesn’t freeze, or speed up unnaturally, as it does when he’s with Raoul. Gary spends his nights making love to his wife. He loves his wife. She’s light and soft, beautiful and responsive. He kisses her body and she trembles. Gary enjoys their time together, but he isn’t trembling. His wife feels good, but he needs to remember Raoul in the moments before he comes. He spends his mornings with his children. They are the best thing he has, now.
During the afternoon, Gary does his paperwork. Sometimes he receives a report of the war, and his belly lurches. He combs the pages for mentions of Raoul, or Third Company. He recognises Raoul’s voice before he sees the signature. It’s strange that these words, dry and detached and static upon the page are, for Raoul, thick with blood and fear, action and reaction, death and dying. The letters are no more accurate: they’re more personal, but Raoul omits the hurt. Gary can’t see the equivalence between the written word, or war room discussions, and Raoul’s experience of the senses. He reads, and hears, and talks about Raoul’s experience, but he can’t know it, until Raoul comes and shows him. If then.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: R
Word Count: 325
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Gary is at home, Raoul is at war. Warning: Some sex
Author’s Note: This fic was prompted by this song of the same name, by Toussaint McCall.
Gary wishes he had a portrait of Raoul. He’d never look at it, because he can’t bear to look at that face if he can’t touch it. To have the option would be a comfort, though. He reads Raoul’s letters. Bloodstained letters which go through the wars just to arrive in his hands at the palace. Gary reads them, then reads them again, then intermittently reads them and hides them from himself in a locked drawer. Raoul is a small part of his life, now. They write letters, but what can a letter say? And who knew if and when they’d be received?
Gary spends his evenings talking to Jon. He loves Jon, who lacks Raoul's sweetness, and he always enjoys their time together, but that time doesn’t freeze, or speed up unnaturally, as it does when he’s with Raoul. Gary spends his nights making love to his wife. He loves his wife. She’s light and soft, beautiful and responsive. He kisses her body and she trembles. Gary enjoys their time together, but he isn’t trembling. His wife feels good, but he needs to remember Raoul in the moments before he comes. He spends his mornings with his children. They are the best thing he has, now.
During the afternoon, Gary does his paperwork. Sometimes he receives a report of the war, and his belly lurches. He combs the pages for mentions of Raoul, or Third Company. He recognises Raoul’s voice before he sees the signature. It’s strange that these words, dry and detached and static upon the page are, for Raoul, thick with blood and fear, action and reaction, death and dying. The letters are no more accurate: they’re more personal, but Raoul omits the hurt. Gary can’t see the equivalence between the written word, or war room discussions, and Raoul’s experience of the senses. He reads, and hears, and talks about Raoul’s experience, but he can’t know it, until Raoul comes and shows him. If then.
QC by: journeycat