Post by sidonie on Mar 30, 2011 6:57:16 GMT 10
Title: Break, My Heart
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of sexuality, angst)
Word Count: 357
Pairing: Gary/Raoul - Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: He never thought it would be this painful.
Author's Note: Throughout SMACKDOWN, I'll be posting pieces inspired by quotes and speeches from Shakespeare, because I'm a huge fangirl. They will be for no particular pairing, just whoever seems to fit. Unlike most of the others, in this one the lines are out of order and not necessarily consecutive in the original speech, which is Hamlet's first soliloquy.
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That it should come to this:
Raoul had never thought this day possible. He had always wondered, whenever a relative nagged him about marrying or his father attempted to drop hints about providing heirs, whether Gary was subjected to the same annoyances. Every so often he saw his friend and lover eying a woman, and he had teased and nudged and kissed him until it stopped. But then came Cythera.
Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she should hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
It had begun during Midwinter celebrations, no more than flirtatious conversation. But within a week, they were inseparable. Raoul had watched from the shadows, feeling the bitterness grow in his chest. When he went to Gary each night—and he had always been the one to travel, perhaps that was a sign—he touched him with more hunger and more desperation than before. He tried sweetness and anger, playfulness and passion, and every time Gary grew more distant, less affectionate.
O that this too too sallied flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,
He buried his face in his hands with a sob, the words of their last conversation rebounding in his head. Once again he saw that pale, furious face as his closest companion told him that his love would never be enough.
O God, God,
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Raising his head, Raoul looked about the wreckage of his room. He knew he should gather up the broken furniture and shredded bedding—if anyone else saw it, they would surely ask the cause, and there was no one he could safely tell—yet he couldn't bring himself to stand. He felt weak, drained, incapable of anything more than silently bearing the pain that broke over him in waves.
He was startled from his reverie by a knock on the door. “Raoul?” It was Jon's voice, concerned and edged with that commanding tone he'd just begun to master. “Let me in. Are you alright? We should talk. We're all worried about you.”
Raoul sighed and stood, making his way to the entrance. He wiped his eyes and pasted on a smile, then admitted Jon. When the prince looked about the shambles of his room with wide eyes, Raoul forced a laugh.
“Sorry for the mess. Things got a bit rowdy last night. Nothing to be worried about, just some chairs that need replacing.”
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of sexuality, angst)
Word Count: 357
Pairing: Gary/Raoul - Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: He never thought it would be this painful.
Author's Note: Throughout SMACKDOWN, I'll be posting pieces inspired by quotes and speeches from Shakespeare, because I'm a huge fangirl. They will be for no particular pairing, just whoever seems to fit. Unlike most of the others, in this one the lines are out of order and not necessarily consecutive in the original speech, which is Hamlet's first soliloquy.
~~~~~~
That it should come to this:
Raoul had never thought this day possible. He had always wondered, whenever a relative nagged him about marrying or his father attempted to drop hints about providing heirs, whether Gary was subjected to the same annoyances. Every so often he saw his friend and lover eying a woman, and he had teased and nudged and kissed him until it stopped. But then came Cythera.
Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she should hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
It had begun during Midwinter celebrations, no more than flirtatious conversation. But within a week, they were inseparable. Raoul had watched from the shadows, feeling the bitterness grow in his chest. When he went to Gary each night—and he had always been the one to travel, perhaps that was a sign—he touched him with more hunger and more desperation than before. He tried sweetness and anger, playfulness and passion, and every time Gary grew more distant, less affectionate.
O that this too too sallied flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,
He buried his face in his hands with a sob, the words of their last conversation rebounding in his head. Once again he saw that pale, furious face as his closest companion told him that his love would never be enough.
O God, God,
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Raising his head, Raoul looked about the wreckage of his room. He knew he should gather up the broken furniture and shredded bedding—if anyone else saw it, they would surely ask the cause, and there was no one he could safely tell—yet he couldn't bring himself to stand. He felt weak, drained, incapable of anything more than silently bearing the pain that broke over him in waves.
He was startled from his reverie by a knock on the door. “Raoul?” It was Jon's voice, concerned and edged with that commanding tone he'd just begun to master. “Let me in. Are you alright? We should talk. We're all worried about you.”
Raoul sighed and stood, making his way to the entrance. He wiped his eyes and pasted on a smile, then admitted Jon. When the prince looked about the shambles of his room with wide eyes, Raoul forced a laugh.
“Sorry for the mess. Things got a bit rowdy last night. Nothing to be worried about, just some chairs that need replacing.”
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!