:::sighs:::
Mar. 11th, 2002 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterWill someone *please* thwap Wufei for me and get him to spit out more of this fic? Aoi-chan... it's a giftfic for you. YOU knock some angsty!surreal!firstperson!POV outta Wufei.
Why can I always write the end of a fic, but never the beginning?!
:::kicks her Muses:::
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Face unobscured, Trowa turned and caught Wufei's startled stare. The Chinese boy had to quash his urge to squeak -- or make some such unmanly sound -- as the full-force of Trowa's gaze. Trowa looked so different now, without the fall of auburn hair masking his face. Trowa's emerald eyes seemed all the more intense, especially with two of the glittering orbs looking straight at you. Wufei's mind spun frantically. Had Trowa known he was watching the whole time? Was he angry now? Had he not wanted to be seen? But if Trowa had known that Wufei was witnessing the whole event, why did he continue what was obviously a private enterprise? All the questions and queries and unanswerable discourses flew through the ebony-haired warrior's mind, and Wufei heard himself speak, though he had no idea *why*.
"Why?"
Trowa just stood in the dim hallway, his emerald green eyes piercing into Wufei's onyx orbs. The two boys stood in silence for what seemed to be an eternity, and Wufei feared that he had insulted his friend by asking the question. Trowa turned around slowly, taking steady, graceful steps down the hallway to the sleeping quarters. His tall, slim form was embraced by the darkness, merging easily into their shadowy depths. Wufei continued to sit on the windowseat, pulling the curtain across his shoulders tightly as Trowa's answer floated between them and hung in the thick air.
"Because rain has never hurt me."
Why can I always write the end of a fic, but never the beginning?!
:::kicks her Muses:::
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Face unobscured, Trowa turned and caught Wufei's startled stare. The Chinese boy had to quash his urge to squeak -- or make some such unmanly sound -- as the full-force of Trowa's gaze. Trowa looked so different now, without the fall of auburn hair masking his face. Trowa's emerald eyes seemed all the more intense, especially with two of the glittering orbs looking straight at you. Wufei's mind spun frantically. Had Trowa known he was watching the whole time? Was he angry now? Had he not wanted to be seen? But if Trowa had known that Wufei was witnessing the whole event, why did he continue what was obviously a private enterprise? All the questions and queries and unanswerable discourses flew through the ebony-haired warrior's mind, and Wufei heard himself speak, though he had no idea *why*.
"Why?"
Trowa just stood in the dim hallway, his emerald green eyes piercing into Wufei's onyx orbs. The two boys stood in silence for what seemed to be an eternity, and Wufei feared that he had insulted his friend by asking the question. Trowa turned around slowly, taking steady, graceful steps down the hallway to the sleeping quarters. His tall, slim form was embraced by the darkness, merging easily into their shadowy depths. Wufei continued to sit on the windowseat, pulling the curtain across his shoulders tightly as Trowa's answer floated between them and hung in the thick air.
"Because rain has never hurt me."
