Post by wordy on Mar 29, 2011 9:19:33 GMT 10
Title: Colour-Blind
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 177
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: In those moments, Gary could swear that he almost goes colour-blind. Set shortly after ItHotG.
In those moments, when steel is ringing in the air and blood is gurgling out of the poor bastard beside him, Gary could swear that he almost goes colour-blind. Everything around him shifts and fades to muted shades of grey; the blood on his sword is as black as tar. It makes him dizzy, and he blinks, somehow managing to stay upright and drive his sword into the grimy-looking soldier who rushes past him.
It isn’t until he sees it, and his heart lurches forward in his chest, that he realises he was searching for it: that flash of green, the familiar shield. Raoul. There are too many men between them, but the glimpse provides him the tiniest piece of comfort. His dulled senses seem to brighten suddenly, and then another man is coming at him and he moves without thinking; his opponent is fast, but not fast enough. Another glimpse through the horde of soldiers gives him courage; he pushes the man’s body away from him and carries on. There’s still something left to fight for.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 177
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: In those moments, Gary could swear that he almost goes colour-blind. Set shortly after ItHotG.
In those moments, when steel is ringing in the air and blood is gurgling out of the poor bastard beside him, Gary could swear that he almost goes colour-blind. Everything around him shifts and fades to muted shades of grey; the blood on his sword is as black as tar. It makes him dizzy, and he blinks, somehow managing to stay upright and drive his sword into the grimy-looking soldier who rushes past him.
It isn’t until he sees it, and his heart lurches forward in his chest, that he realises he was searching for it: that flash of green, the familiar shield. Raoul. There are too many men between them, but the glimpse provides him the tiniest piece of comfort. His dulled senses seem to brighten suddenly, and then another man is coming at him and he moves without thinking; his opponent is fast, but not fast enough. Another glimpse through the horde of soldiers gives him courage; he pushes the man’s body away from him and carries on. There’s still something left to fight for.
QC by: journeycat
