Disclosure: I don’t own Gundam Wing or any of it’s characters.
Pairing: 3+4
Warnings: Sap
Rating: G
Thanks to Anne for beta reading this for me ^_^
As the Desert Sleeps…
The sun had vanished behind the sand dunes long ago, leaving only the barest smudge of crimson on the horizon. The scorching heat of the day had given way to the deep, bone-chilling cold that swept across the desert as the sun relinquished its grip on the barren land.
Trowa leant on the edge of the balcony, his arms hanging loosely over the heavy stone frame.
The soft swish of a curtain being swept aside made the brunet tense, yet he did not turn around. He already knew who was there.
Quatre; the boy was a veritable enigma. Trowa felt that, in fact, Quatre concealed more about himself than anyone he had ever met, and the brunet found himself inexplicably drawn to the other Gundam pilot.
‘Trouble sleeping?’ Quatre asked him quietly.
Trowa nodded as he gazed out at the dunes. The desert seemed to be in perpetual slumber, never roused by the intense fighting that took place all around it. Blood was spilt, lives lost, and the sands merely continued to sleep. The desert was quick to forgive, and to forget. ‘But humans aren‘t…’ Trowa thought as he turned to regard the boy next to him.
Quatre had unconsciously adopted Trowa’s position, his eyes soft and unfocused as he gazed out at the endless wastelands. ‘Do you want to talk about it?’ the blond said.
‘Does it help?’ Trowa replied.
Quatre sighed. 'No…not really,' he said softly.
Trowa turned from the other boy, letting his body relax, and lay his head on his forearm. ‘What am I doing here?’ he thought. ‘Why do I care about what happens to the colonies, or to the Earth? He looked out at the desert, but it gave him no answer. It just slept on, oblivious to his torment.
‘Is that how to deal with conflict?’ Trowa wondered. Should he block things out? Let his emotions hibernate from the cold winter of war?
'No.' Quatre's voice made the brunet jump.
Trowa raised an eyebrow in the blond’s direction and Quatre continued. ‘Don’t shut everyone out, Trowa. The emotions we experience in war…they remind us of why we are here…why we do this. We have to cherish them. Even if they tear us apart…’
‘Perhaps you’re right,’ Trowa said softly. ‘Without emotion, things become mechanical. It’s easy to forget that war involves real people.’
Quatre’s shoulders were tense as he stared blankly into the darkness. ‘I can never forget,’ he whispered.
Something in Quatre’s tone tugged at Trowa and he moved to stand behind the blond, hesitating for a moment before wrapping his arms around the smaller boy’s frame. He was pleasantly surprised when Quatre leaned into him. ‘You don’t have to deal with things on your own,’ he told the other boy.
‘Thank you,’ was Quatre's simple reply.
How long they stood together in the darkness they didn‘t know, and as the desert continued to slumber beneath them, nor did they care…
~End~
