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"Gravity and Oxygen"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am
just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Swearing, Implied relationships, Blood
and Injury, Angst, Fluff Pairings: 1x2 Summary: A series of vignettes of Heero and Duo navigating post-war life together. Notes: Inspired by the song Follow You by Bring
Me the Horizon and a set of OTP prompts I found. "Gravity and Oxygen"
It was the anger that was worse than the pain. The rawness like a scrape over an already fresh wound. And of course, it was an OZ sympathiser politician spouting ridiculous beliefs about the war that he had not fought. Deaths that he had not caused first hand. The little girl and the damn dog… Heero shouldn’t have been here… but it was for her. And for Relena he would do what he needed - appear at a political event to support or be her unofficial mascot - her white shining knight, her perfect soldier, her hero… No one around him noticed the fact that the champagne glass he had been holding was now embedded in his palm, that the alcohol and blood were mixing, stinging, falling to the floor. No one except Duo. Even though Duo was on the other side of the room, propped on the bar talking to some Prev agent he had once worked with. Heero left the hotel ballroom swiftly, his exit smooth and unnoticed apart from one set of eyes and he found the lobby bathroom, clumsily turning on the cold tap to see what mess he had made of his right hand. There was glass stuck in and Heero carefully prised it out, the water mixing bright red and pinkish tones. “Fawcett is a douchenozzle, ‘Ro. No one’s listening.” He looked up and met blue eyes in the mirror. Duo was as Duo always was - unfazed, casual and utterly comfortable in any situation they found themselves in post war. He belonged. Heero did not. Heeor found everything difficult and even though he knew Duo was right - Fawcett was a douchenozzle - his lack of understanding and idiotic beliefs in what war was like made Heero angry. “Lemme look,” Duo said gently, walking closer. Reflex made Heero want to move away, not to show weakness and not to reveal quite how badly he’d fucked up his hand but when Duo reached out, a gentle touch, he felt like one of Barton’s lions, tamed to the touch. “Shit - Fawcett really pissed you off, huh?” Heero snorted and only winced slightly when Duo gently prised out a stubborn piece of glass, dropping it into the sink. “He’s a douchenozzle. Whatever that is…” Duo snickered. “I have a wide vocabulary of cuss words. It was one of the ways the Sweepers entertained themselves - teaching a bratty kid the biggest array of offensive terms. Made Howard proud…” The cuts were deep, Heero knew that, and Duo knew that but neither suggested a hospital. “Do you think people listen to Fawcett?” Heero asked softly, the only sound coming from the running tap. “I guess… but it’s people who would always listen to guys like Fawcett… people who care more about money than people’s lives. People who believed we were terrorists… people who believe the colonies are full of disease and depravity. Ya know, people who would always think like that. But we’ve got Relena and she’s kicking ass out there… no one stands a chance against the Princess.” Heero knew there was a certain amount of optimism in Duo’s tone rather than belief but he only nodded as Duo hopped up onto the side of the sink and loosened his tie. “C’mere. Let me bandage you up - I can do you some stitches back in the room. Sure this hotel had them little cute ass sewing kits…” He let Duo tie up his hand, the black tie tight around the skin and he felt the room spin slightly, an odd disorientation and he found himself leaning into Duo, his head towards Duo’s chest, the reverberating of his heart beat in his ears… or was it his own? A kiss on his forehead, a soft sweep of lips and the sound of running water brought him back to the moment, to the stinging pain and to being in a hotel bathroom in Sanc and to Duo’s face, concern in his bluest damn eyes. “Let’s go back to the room… let me patch you up.” Duo led the way and Heero followed, the sting of anger left with the blood and glass in the sink of a fancy hotel bathroom. ~ * ~
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