I was sooooo bored at work today...
Dec. 7th, 2004 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2All of the really interesting idiots were gone... 'Tis the season...
BFB - 082g - Wufei's Disaster
He didn’t have a chance to knock a second time; the door was snatched open almost immediately, and Trowa was staring at him. His usually sleek and meticulously arranged hair looked... rumpled and his eyes... His emerald eyes were red and puffy and... fevered.
For a long moment they just stared at each other. Then Trowa snarled like the puma he was.
“Goddammit, Wufei!” he yelled. “Where the *fuck* have you been? Don’t you know how worried I’ve been?!” He stopped suddenly, staring at the drooping Were-Dragon. “Are you... *wet*?! Have you been out in the rain? You damned idiot!” He grabbed Wufei’s arm and dragged him inside the apartment. “What’s the matter with you?! Why didn’t you come home?”
Wufei let himself be hauled inside, let his friend start pulling at his wet clothes. Home. He used the word ‘home.’ Dragons...
“I didn’t know... if I was... was welcome...” he whispered, and Trowa stopped what he was doing to stare at him.
“If you were *welcome*?” he gasped. “You *live* here, you lunatic! Why are you all *wet*? Gods, Wufei...”
“I...I walked... home...” He almost didn’t say it; was almost afraid to say it, afraid of somehow jinxing himself.
“In the *rain*?! Jesus Christ on a stick!” He grabbed Wufei’s hand and dragged him into the bathroom. “You are *soaked*! You’ll take pneumonia, you jerk! Where’s your car?”
Wufei shrugged. “Back there... I couldn’t find my keys.” Trowa rumbled softly, muttering to himself about *stupid* Dragons, while stripping Wufei out of his wet garments and wrapping a bath towel around him, flipping one corner up to ruffle his dripping hair. He still had a place to come to. How amazing. Trowa loved Duo, just adored the little Banshee, but still he was... worried over Wufei...
He really didn’t know what to say, how to think. Trowa should have been angry at him for hurting Duo, not for walking in the rain. How very absurd...
“Wufei, dammit...” Arms came up and wrapped around him, folding him close against a strong chest, letting him hear the beating of a worried heart. “What the hell is going on? I was scared I’d never see you again... What happened?”
“I... I feel... lost...” he whispered miserably. “I don’t know... I don’t know anything...”
Trowa butted his head gently against Wufei’s. “Duo’s all right; Mistress Loquinn took care of him. He’s going to be fine; she even got rid of that little scar on his cheek. You know he won’t be mad at you... Wufei... Talk to me; you’re scaring me.”
“I don’t have a home any more,” Wufei said softly. “I don’t have anything. He took it all away...” He didn’t like that place. He didn’t want to be in that place. He was so happy to be gone from that place. Why did he hurt so much for it now? Why did it feel as if his heart had been ripped from his chest? Why did he feel so... broken?
“Wufei? I don’t understand...” Trowa drew back to look at him in growing alarm, and noted his glazed eyes. “Wufei?”
“I don’t belong... anymore... I don’t have a home... I don’t have... I don’t have a name anymore...”
“Wufei...?”
“He took it back... He erased me... Because... because I... dishonored him... all of them...” He drew a deep shuddering breath. “I don’t exist anymore...” His voice hitched painfully and his fingers wound themselves into Trowa’s sweater. “I’m... nothing...”
“You are *not* nothing!” cried Trowa, appalled. He hauled Wufei back out to the living room, trading the bath towel for a comforter on the way and settled them both into the recliner, wrapping his arms around the shaking Dragon. “You’re *something*” he hissed as Wufei hiccupped and began to sob. “Goddammit, you’re my best friend! That’s *something*!”
...tbc...
BFB - 082g - Wufei's Disaster
He didn’t have a chance to knock a second time; the door was snatched open almost immediately, and Trowa was staring at him. His usually sleek and meticulously arranged hair looked... rumpled and his eyes... His emerald eyes were red and puffy and... fevered.
For a long moment they just stared at each other. Then Trowa snarled like the puma he was.
“Goddammit, Wufei!” he yelled. “Where the *fuck* have you been? Don’t you know how worried I’ve been?!” He stopped suddenly, staring at the drooping Were-Dragon. “Are you... *wet*?! Have you been out in the rain? You damned idiot!” He grabbed Wufei’s arm and dragged him inside the apartment. “What’s the matter with you?! Why didn’t you come home?”
Wufei let himself be hauled inside, let his friend start pulling at his wet clothes. Home. He used the word ‘home.’ Dragons...
“I didn’t know... if I was... was welcome...” he whispered, and Trowa stopped what he was doing to stare at him.
“If you were *welcome*?” he gasped. “You *live* here, you lunatic! Why are you all *wet*? Gods, Wufei...”
“I...I walked... home...” He almost didn’t say it; was almost afraid to say it, afraid of somehow jinxing himself.
“In the *rain*?! Jesus Christ on a stick!” He grabbed Wufei’s hand and dragged him into the bathroom. “You are *soaked*! You’ll take pneumonia, you jerk! Where’s your car?”
Wufei shrugged. “Back there... I couldn’t find my keys.” Trowa rumbled softly, muttering to himself about *stupid* Dragons, while stripping Wufei out of his wet garments and wrapping a bath towel around him, flipping one corner up to ruffle his dripping hair. He still had a place to come to. How amazing. Trowa loved Duo, just adored the little Banshee, but still he was... worried over Wufei...
He really didn’t know what to say, how to think. Trowa should have been angry at him for hurting Duo, not for walking in the rain. How very absurd...
“Wufei, dammit...” Arms came up and wrapped around him, folding him close against a strong chest, letting him hear the beating of a worried heart. “What the hell is going on? I was scared I’d never see you again... What happened?”
“I... I feel... lost...” he whispered miserably. “I don’t know... I don’t know anything...”
Trowa butted his head gently against Wufei’s. “Duo’s all right; Mistress Loquinn took care of him. He’s going to be fine; she even got rid of that little scar on his cheek. You know he won’t be mad at you... Wufei... Talk to me; you’re scaring me.”
“I don’t have a home any more,” Wufei said softly. “I don’t have anything. He took it all away...” He didn’t like that place. He didn’t want to be in that place. He was so happy to be gone from that place. Why did he hurt so much for it now? Why did it feel as if his heart had been ripped from his chest? Why did he feel so... broken?
“Wufei? I don’t understand...” Trowa drew back to look at him in growing alarm, and noted his glazed eyes. “Wufei?”
“I don’t belong... anymore... I don’t have a home... I don’t have... I don’t have a name anymore...”
“Wufei...?”
“He took it back... He erased me... Because... because I... dishonored him... all of them...” He drew a deep shuddering breath. “I don’t exist anymore...” His voice hitched painfully and his fingers wound themselves into Trowa’s sweater. “I’m... nothing...”
“You are *not* nothing!” cried Trowa, appalled. He hauled Wufei back out to the living room, trading the bath towel for a comforter on the way and settled them both into the recliner, wrapping his arms around the shaking Dragon. “You’re *something*” he hissed as Wufei hiccupped and began to sob. “Goddammit, you’re my best friend! That’s *something*!”
...tbc...
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Date: 2004-12-07 06:43 pm (UTC)*cough*
Oh yes... very nice. Wufei finally breaks. And good old reliable Trowa is there to pick up the pieces. Wufei is such a silly dragon. *pets him*
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Date: 2004-12-07 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-07 07:03 pm (UTC)*frantically check notes*
Oh! Oh, yeah! Right! Yeah...
*oops*
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Date: 2004-12-07 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-07 07:33 pm (UTC)*cuddles with them* it'll be ok, what the dragon hurts, she eventually makes better.
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Date: 2004-12-07 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-08 06:38 am (UTC)Um, nothing...
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Date: 2004-12-08 06:40 am (UTC)(It's *my* lap, Salem; I'll move it whenever I want.)
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Date: 2004-12-08 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-08 09:21 pm (UTC)And since I brought it up... Silence sequel?