imbrii (imbrii) wrote in imbrication, @ 2010-01-24 13:53:00 |
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Vienna Teng prompt 16, Gundam Wing
Series: Gundam Wing
Characters: Trowa, Quatre
Pairing: 3x4
Type: Angst, relationship/identity troubles
Warnings: Vaguely mplied sex
Spoilers: For most of the series, Trowa's backstory
Word Count: 260
Etc: Also set in the American Gods crossover world, before the fic itself starts up. Set roughly 2 years after the series ends.
16 The man called Trowa sits up, pushing away the opulent sheets--they feel strange against his skin. He stares at the sleeping form beside him a moment before turning to the window.
A wide swath of meticulously tended greenery isn't enough to block out the dull grey of the colony buildings in the background. He doesn't like the sight of it, being able to see all the boundaries of this place.
He needs to move. It thrums in his veins, pulling like the tide. It's more than restlessness; it's a calling, a dissatisfaction. He has to move, change, run. With swift-soft motions he rises, gathering up his scattered clothing.
Quatre wants him to stay, to wait, to define what lies between them with words and promises. He can't, not yet. As well as they fit together, there's something missing. Too much of him has been lost out in the blackness of space. Next to a man like the Quatre he feels nebulous at best, scraps pinned in place by a loving hand.
"Trowa" is a man defined by others. The person Quatre sees is one he's forgotten. He doesn't know how to be "Trowa." There are so many fragments of memories he's not sure who they belong to--someone deeper, older than he.
While pulling his shirt over his head the prickle of somebody watching is on his shoulders, so he turns.
Quatre is watching him with sharp eyes, ones that see straight through him. "Find yourself. Then come find me."
He nods, walks out the door without a word.