Post by infinite on Apr 26, 2011 14:04:41 GMT 10
Title: Pleading
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 414
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Gary makes his choice. Warning: Implications of possible alcohol abuse, a mild curse.
“I don’t understand – why are you being like this? Have I done something wrong?”
“Wrong? You? No, of course not. I’m the one who’s wrong, aren’t I? I just want all the wrong things.”
“What? What are you talking about? Raoul, you never did anything wrong in your life – which is why I don’t understand why you’re acting like this now. Why won’t you come to my wedding? Do you not like Cythera?”
“Oh, she’s fine, if you’re satisfied marrying Jon’s sloppy seconds.”
Gary whitened and stumbled back a step. “How dare you? If you weren’t my best friend, I’d duel you this moment, for that.”
“She’s not good enough for you.”
“She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife!”
“Of course she is.” Raoul’s voice was bitter, full of loathing for Cythera and, though nobody knew it, for himself. “She’s the perfect woman.”
“So what’s the problem? You aren’t making any sense. You clearly don’t like her. You clearly think there’s something wrong with her, yet you won’t say what it is. Spit it out, would you?”
“Just…” Raoul pleaded, a desperate edge to his voice now, “Just wait a while. Why do you have to be married so soon?”
“Because I love her. Why should we wait?”
“Because she’s not right for you! She’s not the right person!”
“Then who is the right person for me? If not her, who?” Raoul couldn’t respond, he could only seethe in agonised fury, while Gary waited for an answer in pointed silence. “Fine. I don’t know what you have against my marrying, but I hope you can get over it before I get too angry to forgive you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a wedding to help organise.” The door had barely clicked shut before Raoul lost control. Emotion exploded from him like power from an untrained mage. He hurled the first object his hand met – a bottle of liquor – at the door, where Gary had stood a mere second earlier, and screamed, “ME! I AM, YOU BLIND, GODS–DAMNED IDIOT! I’M THE RIGHT PERSON!”
In the corridor, Gary froze. He felt as if Raoul had hit him with the bottle, glass shards piercing him. Because with Raoul’s words came the knowledge that he had to abandon his friend. Finally he knew the truth, but he wished he didn’t, because now he was forced to choose.
As Raoul heard Gary’s slow footfalls retreat down the corridor, he knew he had lost to Cythera.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 414
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Gary makes his choice. Warning: Implications of possible alcohol abuse, a mild curse.
“I don’t understand – why are you being like this? Have I done something wrong?”
“Wrong? You? No, of course not. I’m the one who’s wrong, aren’t I? I just want all the wrong things.”
“What? What are you talking about? Raoul, you never did anything wrong in your life – which is why I don’t understand why you’re acting like this now. Why won’t you come to my wedding? Do you not like Cythera?”
“Oh, she’s fine, if you’re satisfied marrying Jon’s sloppy seconds.”
Gary whitened and stumbled back a step. “How dare you? If you weren’t my best friend, I’d duel you this moment, for that.”
“She’s not good enough for you.”
“She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife!”
“Of course she is.” Raoul’s voice was bitter, full of loathing for Cythera and, though nobody knew it, for himself. “She’s the perfect woman.”
“So what’s the problem? You aren’t making any sense. You clearly don’t like her. You clearly think there’s something wrong with her, yet you won’t say what it is. Spit it out, would you?”
“Just…” Raoul pleaded, a desperate edge to his voice now, “Just wait a while. Why do you have to be married so soon?”
“Because I love her. Why should we wait?”
“Because she’s not right for you! She’s not the right person!”
“Then who is the right person for me? If not her, who?” Raoul couldn’t respond, he could only seethe in agonised fury, while Gary waited for an answer in pointed silence. “Fine. I don’t know what you have against my marrying, but I hope you can get over it before I get too angry to forgive you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a wedding to help organise.” The door had barely clicked shut before Raoul lost control. Emotion exploded from him like power from an untrained mage. He hurled the first object his hand met – a bottle of liquor – at the door, where Gary had stood a mere second earlier, and screamed, “ME! I AM, YOU BLIND, GODS–DAMNED IDIOT! I’M THE RIGHT PERSON!”
In the corridor, Gary froze. He felt as if Raoul had hit him with the bottle, glass shards piercing him. Because with Raoul’s words came the knowledge that he had to abandon his friend. Finally he knew the truth, but he wished he didn’t, because now he was forced to choose.
As Raoul heard Gary’s slow footfalls retreat down the corridor, he knew he had lost to Cythera.
QC by: journeycat