Post by Muse on Apr 1, 2011 14:08:24 GMT 10
Title: The Edge
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 340
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: Raoul’s gone over the edge, and now Gary’s teetering dangerously too. (Warning: Rating for abuse of alcohol; author in no way promotes alcoholism.)
It wasn’t like falling off a cliff; no, Raoul descended into his own darkness a little at a time. First a toe, then a foot, then in to his knees… slowly; surely, he was in up to his waist, then his chest.
It was worse than just this: he didn’t care.
Gary followed him to that edge, the edge of the darkness, dipped a toe in.
Gary was the first person to cry out when he saw how deep the darkness was, when he saw how much of Raoul was disappearing into the dark wine in the bottom of the glass. Gary was the first to hurt when Raoul’s lumbering fist shattered a window, the first to cry when dark bruises bloomed over abused flesh, first to crumble when someone else noticed and he was no longer alone.
Raoul never really reached out, never really looked back, and it was this that broke Gary into tiny shards of sarcasm and snide remarks. He stretched, desperate to catch Raoul, to drag him back out, retrieve him and his humor, his laughter, from where it drowned in the bottom of another tankard of ale. And another. And another.
Gary never defined this; never turned away from Raoul, never called him what he was.
Alcoholic.
Gary never stopped waiting at the edge, just barely keeping from diving in himself after hopes of rescuing Raoul. Gary never stopped calling at a receding back, never stopped trying to find a semblence of recognition in eyes shadowed by the haze of an ever-present hangover.
Raoul was in over his head.
Sober in heart and mind, Gary watched, and was watched. Cythera held her tongue, enduring night after night as Gary’s sleep was plagued by nightmares of black, black darkness swallowing up everything. Cythera swallowed tears in the darkness as the circles under Gary’s eyes deepened until it seemed as though they’d never disappear.
Cythera watched as the dreams of black closing over his head woke Gary with a sickening lurch, sending the world spinning drunkenly again.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 340
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1E
Summary: Raoul’s gone over the edge, and now Gary’s teetering dangerously too. (Warning: Rating for abuse of alcohol; author in no way promotes alcoholism.)
It wasn’t like falling off a cliff; no, Raoul descended into his own darkness a little at a time. First a toe, then a foot, then in to his knees… slowly; surely, he was in up to his waist, then his chest.
It was worse than just this: he didn’t care.
Gary followed him to that edge, the edge of the darkness, dipped a toe in.
Gary was the first person to cry out when he saw how deep the darkness was, when he saw how much of Raoul was disappearing into the dark wine in the bottom of the glass. Gary was the first to hurt when Raoul’s lumbering fist shattered a window, the first to cry when dark bruises bloomed over abused flesh, first to crumble when someone else noticed and he was no longer alone.
Raoul never really reached out, never really looked back, and it was this that broke Gary into tiny shards of sarcasm and snide remarks. He stretched, desperate to catch Raoul, to drag him back out, retrieve him and his humor, his laughter, from where it drowned in the bottom of another tankard of ale. And another. And another.
Gary never defined this; never turned away from Raoul, never called him what he was.
Alcoholic.
Gary never stopped waiting at the edge, just barely keeping from diving in himself after hopes of rescuing Raoul. Gary never stopped calling at a receding back, never stopped trying to find a semblence of recognition in eyes shadowed by the haze of an ever-present hangover.
Raoul was in over his head.
Sober in heart and mind, Gary watched, and was watched. Cythera held her tongue, enduring night after night as Gary’s sleep was plagued by nightmares of black, black darkness swallowing up everything. Cythera swallowed tears in the darkness as the circles under Gary’s eyes deepened until it seemed as though they’d never disappear.
Cythera watched as the dreams of black closing over his head woke Gary with a sickening lurch, sending the world spinning drunkenly again.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!