Post by Muse on Mar 11, 2011 13:48:55 GMT 10
Title: A Little Better
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 257
Pairing: Team Underpants
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: “And I feel a little better than I did before”: He’s not unbreakable, but he’s also not alone. (Part of “If I Never See Your Face Again” prompt cycle; lyrics by Maroon 5.)
He’s been the strongest he’s ever had to be and given more than was ever willing to give and now he’s caving in and it’s lonely at the top.
How do you pick up the pieces, the ones made to fit together just as seamlessly as puzzle pieces, when there are more missing than there are left?
And oh, how broken the remnant is-
and the realization brings tears in torrents.
“Hey, hey…”
The voice isn’t screaming in pain, physical or emotional, and Evin leans into it because anything is more solid than he is, now.
Dom realizes he’s dealing with a drowning man and he’s the only rescuer to be seen and so he stays, though he would’ve, anyway.
“They- they, ambush—should’ve sent more—and, and, Nightbreath—shattered…all me… my fault, all my fault-”
It was more than he could bear and he couldn’t stop it, just couldn’t hold on any longer, and he crumpled, falling as far as Dom’s strong arms would let him.
Dom waited for the worst to be let out, for words wouldn’t, couldn’t heal this pain, couldn’t fix the remaining handful of the Seventh Rider Group that lay unconscious under his cousin’s care. Slowly, the hysterical frenzy died and it was only Evin, sitting there on the fence behind the farthest building, gasping in air.
“-’m sorry.”
“No.” Dom gave him a shake. “No. Don’t be sorry because you care. Never be sorry because you care.”
Blue eyes lifted tiredly to meet blue eyes and surely this too was drowning.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 257
Pairing: Team Underpants
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: “And I feel a little better than I did before”: He’s not unbreakable, but he’s also not alone. (Part of “If I Never See Your Face Again” prompt cycle; lyrics by Maroon 5.)
He’s been the strongest he’s ever had to be and given more than was ever willing to give and now he’s caving in and it’s lonely at the top.
How do you pick up the pieces, the ones made to fit together just as seamlessly as puzzle pieces, when there are more missing than there are left?
And oh, how broken the remnant is-
and the realization brings tears in torrents.
“Hey, hey…”
The voice isn’t screaming in pain, physical or emotional, and Evin leans into it because anything is more solid than he is, now.
Dom realizes he’s dealing with a drowning man and he’s the only rescuer to be seen and so he stays, though he would’ve, anyway.
“They- they, ambush—should’ve sent more—and, and, Nightbreath—shattered…all me… my fault, all my fault-”
It was more than he could bear and he couldn’t stop it, just couldn’t hold on any longer, and he crumpled, falling as far as Dom’s strong arms would let him.
Dom waited for the worst to be let out, for words wouldn’t, couldn’t heal this pain, couldn’t fix the remaining handful of the Seventh Rider Group that lay unconscious under his cousin’s care. Slowly, the hysterical frenzy died and it was only Evin, sitting there on the fence behind the farthest building, gasping in air.
“-’m sorry.”
“No.” Dom gave him a shake. “No. Don’t be sorry because you care. Never be sorry because you care.”
Blue eyes lifted tiredly to meet blue eyes and surely this too was drowning.
QC by: journeycat