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Transatlanticism
Title: Transatlanticism
Author: _sblomie
Rating: PG; it's pretty harmless
Pairing: Oh dear lord, I wrote Monaboyd
Summary: Two steps had never seemed farther away.
Disclaimer: They could've sat on the steps going down to the beach, but was this what they were thinking? I can't tell you that it's true.
Feedback: Please.
Billy could see him there, sitting on the steps leading down to the beach. Knees drawn to his chest, an arm haphazardly draped about his legs to hug them close. The angular chin poised atop a courderoy covered knee as stormy blue eyes focused out and over the water to the stormy blue clouds that rivaled those eyes for intensity. A tempest approaching to battle the tempest that had already settled ashore between them. An unseen torrent of emotions that made the air feel heavy, crackle and condemn them both for the silence that had taken up residence over the hours and verging upon a day.
Billy could see him there, surrounded by a cloud of smoke that wafted from the bright burning orange embers at the tip of the cigarette. How many had he smoked so far? He'd lost count, but disappointment still lingered within his heart. Billy thought he'd quit smoking long before now, but that was simply another thing he had been wrong about. He had been wrong about what they were to each other, he had been wrong about what each other felt, and he had been wrong about why they'd secluded themselves away from the world. Who knew saying "a weekend away from the world so we can work" actually meant what it meant?
Green eyes focused on the smoke that swirled around the other man's head, watching it twist and turn with the wind. The grey tendrils that none could ever grasp twining among the blond and brown hair, just like his fingers had done the night before. Would they ever again? And as the wind rushed from the water and over them both, it washed away the smoke from the air and took Billy's hope with it. And it left him with a hollow realization.
Two steps away would never be closer than standing on opposite sides of the Atlantic as they normally did. Billy knew he couldn't row that far, it was just a distance too great. And he knew that the other man wouldn't bother rowing, but perhaps fly when it worked best. And even then, they would stay two steps apart. And two steps seemed so much farther than ever before.
Author: _sblomie
Rating: PG; it's pretty harmless
Pairing: Oh dear lord, I wrote Monaboyd
Summary: Two steps had never seemed farther away.
Disclaimer: They could've sat on the steps going down to the beach, but was this what they were thinking? I can't tell you that it's true.
Feedback: Please.
Billy could see him there, sitting on the steps leading down to the beach. Knees drawn to his chest, an arm haphazardly draped about his legs to hug them close. The angular chin poised atop a courderoy covered knee as stormy blue eyes focused out and over the water to the stormy blue clouds that rivaled those eyes for intensity. A tempest approaching to battle the tempest that had already settled ashore between them. An unseen torrent of emotions that made the air feel heavy, crackle and condemn them both for the silence that had taken up residence over the hours and verging upon a day.
Billy could see him there, surrounded by a cloud of smoke that wafted from the bright burning orange embers at the tip of the cigarette. How many had he smoked so far? He'd lost count, but disappointment still lingered within his heart. Billy thought he'd quit smoking long before now, but that was simply another thing he had been wrong about. He had been wrong about what they were to each other, he had been wrong about what each other felt, and he had been wrong about why they'd secluded themselves away from the world. Who knew saying "a weekend away from the world so we can work" actually meant what it meant?
Green eyes focused on the smoke that swirled around the other man's head, watching it twist and turn with the wind. The grey tendrils that none could ever grasp twining among the blond and brown hair, just like his fingers had done the night before. Would they ever again? And as the wind rushed from the water and over them both, it washed away the smoke from the air and took Billy's hope with it. And it left him with a hollow realization.
Two steps away would never be closer than standing on opposite sides of the Atlantic as they normally did. Billy knew he couldn't row that far, it was just a distance too great. And he knew that the other man wouldn't bother rowing, but perhaps fly when it worked best. And even then, they would stay two steps apart. And two steps seemed so much farther than ever before.
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