Post by Muse on Apr 1, 2011 13:29:37 GMT 10
Title: Disparity
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 298
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: Gary is still empty without Raoul. Warning: sexual implications/innuendoes.
Gary returns from the battlefront tired and empty, and Cythera rushes to fill him with her gentle loving smile.
It is so different from the fierce grin he has grown accustomed to, and it is so much simpler; she is so naïve.
Gary holds her close and tries to lose himself inside her embrace, but she is not strong enough to hold all of him; hers are not the brawny arms, the strong back, the dark hair that his memory screams for.
Alone, he kisses her with passion and longing and hot hot burning needing endless desire, and he feels her flinch in surprise; this intensity is not his.
She pulls him in, holding him tighter, wrapping her arms around him and whispering, whispering into the dark safe place between them.
It isn’t tight enough, her whisper is too soft, too gentle, and safety is an illusion.
Gary holds himself back, but his wandering mouth still leaves tracks over her pale skin and he has to remind his hands not to grasp so desperately.
Cythera is made tiny and delicate; tiny waist, tiny wrists, tiny ankles and delicate hair, skin, and smile.
Gary is made of horror, of war and reeking, putrid, puling death.
These two things do not match, do not belong together, and Gary feels like he is polluting purity itself.
Her eyes, yearning, seeking, tug at his heartstrings but they are not black. They have not seen what he has seen. They have not seen what he has done.
Gary catches her the next morning, looking in the mirror and brushing feather light touches across the dark marks stretching over her skin.
He wonders if she is comparing these marks to the bruises covering his own body; does she still think he got them fighting?
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 298
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: Gary is still empty without Raoul. Warning: sexual implications/innuendoes.
Gary returns from the battlefront tired and empty, and Cythera rushes to fill him with her gentle loving smile.
It is so different from the fierce grin he has grown accustomed to, and it is so much simpler; she is so naïve.
Gary holds her close and tries to lose himself inside her embrace, but she is not strong enough to hold all of him; hers are not the brawny arms, the strong back, the dark hair that his memory screams for.
Alone, he kisses her with passion and longing and hot hot burning needing endless desire, and he feels her flinch in surprise; this intensity is not his.
She pulls him in, holding him tighter, wrapping her arms around him and whispering, whispering into the dark safe place between them.
It isn’t tight enough, her whisper is too soft, too gentle, and safety is an illusion.
Gary holds himself back, but his wandering mouth still leaves tracks over her pale skin and he has to remind his hands not to grasp so desperately.
Cythera is made tiny and delicate; tiny waist, tiny wrists, tiny ankles and delicate hair, skin, and smile.
Gary is made of horror, of war and reeking, putrid, puling death.
These two things do not match, do not belong together, and Gary feels like he is polluting purity itself.
Her eyes, yearning, seeking, tug at his heartstrings but they are not black. They have not seen what he has seen. They have not seen what he has done.
Gary catches her the next morning, looking in the mirror and brushing feather light touches across the dark marks stretching over her skin.
He wonders if she is comparing these marks to the bruises covering his own body; does she still think he got them fighting?
QC by: journeycat
Muse, I adore this. So, so much. It's poetic and lovely and striking in a very visceral way. And that last line . . . wow. I find it sort of shocking and sexy at the same time.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!