Post by sidonie on Mar 30, 2011 4:58:44 GMT 10
Title: Looking In
Rating: PG
Word Count: 239
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: Raoul watches Gary and his new friend.
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Gary's wit was the most attractive thing about him. When he smiled, wry and mocking, he became something other than the lanky, perhaps too-clever knight. He raised one eyebrow incredulously, as though daring his conversation partners to match his sarcasm. His tongue was razor-edged and deft. Most of the time he aimed to disarm, but when he struck, he pierced the offender to the quick.
Raoul loved that. He had never been the talker. He knew full well he was the brawn and Gary the brains. But when he watched his year-mate joke effortlessly, he never felt inadequate. They were complimentary, not competitive.
Somehow, though, all that enjoyment turned sour when the watching was done from across the room as his closest companion plied his tongue on a pretty blond. What was her name? Silvia? Cynthia? It didn't matter. Raoul stopped one of the pages wandering about the hall and replaced his empty glass with a full one. He drained it immediately, grimacing at the burn of the alcohol.
Across the great space, next to the opposite wall, Gary leaned forward, his half-smile bright. She edged closer, obviously intrigued, and Raoul felt a cold shiver of disappointment. He leaned against a pillar, obscured by the shadows, trying desperately not to attract attention.
The blond laughed, silvery and light. Even from the other side of the room, he could hear it. Gary grinned in return.
Mithros, but Raoul hated parties.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 239
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: Raoul watches Gary and his new friend.
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Gary's wit was the most attractive thing about him. When he smiled, wry and mocking, he became something other than the lanky, perhaps too-clever knight. He raised one eyebrow incredulously, as though daring his conversation partners to match his sarcasm. His tongue was razor-edged and deft. Most of the time he aimed to disarm, but when he struck, he pierced the offender to the quick.
Raoul loved that. He had never been the talker. He knew full well he was the brawn and Gary the brains. But when he watched his year-mate joke effortlessly, he never felt inadequate. They were complimentary, not competitive.
Somehow, though, all that enjoyment turned sour when the watching was done from across the room as his closest companion plied his tongue on a pretty blond. What was her name? Silvia? Cynthia? It didn't matter. Raoul stopped one of the pages wandering about the hall and replaced his empty glass with a full one. He drained it immediately, grimacing at the burn of the alcohol.
Across the great space, next to the opposite wall, Gary leaned forward, his half-smile bright. She edged closer, obviously intrigued, and Raoul felt a cold shiver of disappointment. He leaned against a pillar, obscured by the shadows, trying desperately not to attract attention.
The blond laughed, silvery and light. Even from the other side of the room, he could hear it. Gary grinned in return.
Mithros, but Raoul hated parties.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!