Category: song fic, Duo POV
Disclaimer: I do not own GW. I *do* own a GW lunchbox, though.
Somehow it's not quite the same
this is written from Duo's POV, but the song lyrics are from *Heero's*
POV... The song is 'Beautiful' by Meshell Ndegéocello. And, yes,
this is the *whole* song...
Feedback: cries, weeps, *begs* for C/C (I'll love you forever, I swear,
if you just let me know what you think)
// lyrics //
// Such pretty hair //
I could feel his eyes on me.
It made me feel heavy and stiff and flighty all at once, though I don't
know why. It wasn't as if I hadn't been stared at before. For one reason
or another, people had been looking at me my entire life. Whether it was
my hair, my laugh, my wild flashing eyes -- I never had any trouble
drawing attention to myself. Hell, I thrived on it. I got to feeling
sometimes that I wasn't real, that I couldn't possibly exist, that anyone
who had gone through the kind of suffering I had seen would have been
driven to insanity a long time ago. When people looked at me, no matter
why, somehow it was all worth it. After all was said and done, I had survived.
Against all odds.
Or, perhaps, because of them.
// May I kiss you //
But Heero's stare was something different. As much as I may have craved
his notice, it invariably unnerved me. I think it was this more than anything
that made me so talkative around him. I swear, sometimes even I
wanted me to shut up.
"God, Heero, what is it?!!"
Heero is so god damn fucking beautiful that I can't stand it. At my outburst,
he remains as still and impassive as always. What would it take to get
under his skin, I wonder. Could anything?
// May I kiss you there //
I'm good at reading people. I always have been. But never him. His cobalt
eyes are the bluest I've seen, and also the quietest. They flicker, sometimes,
in the dim light of morning and then, like now, I think he might say something.
// So beautiful, you are //
Sighing is an art form I perfected about a month after I first met Heero.
Nothing else seemed to work. It wasn't until this moment that it began
to not be enough. Soon the dam would break. I had a funny feeling I would
be the first to crack.
But not now.
// So beautiful... //
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