Sunshine, I'd really like to tell you--
Who: Duo and Heero
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Heero's room
Summary: Heero asked for a status report. He gets a chattery Duo-limpet to go with, because nightmares are creepy and Duo's feeling bored and ranty anyway.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: For boykisses and talk of Dream Heero blowing his own head off.
Duo wasn't walking as slowly as he usually did as he made his way through the white halls. That dream was still weighing fresh on his mind, wrapping together with images of the past and his own imagination based on the information Heero and Trowa had given him about what was going to happen.
It was making him antsy and anxious, and Duo's hands fidgeted together as he walked, fingers twisting and untwisting, curling together and apart. He didn't even notice the small frown on his face as he reached Heero's door. It wasn't easy not to think about, no matter what he tried to banish the images from his mind.
Duo was hoping seeing Heero would erase the images. If not, well, that was what stupid pointless stories and observations and anecdotes and whatever else he could find to talk about before his boyfriend forcefully shut him up, right?
Two quick knocks, and a third for effect, and Duo rocked back on his heels, every line of his body giving off tight, stressed energy. The closeness of this place made him crazy. He'd taken to spending hours in the biodome tinkering with things, because at least that was open space and he wasn't shut in with too little color and too much sterility. For someone who'd grown up in the vibrant, noisy, dirty, colorful, and a million other adjectives streets of L2, this place was hell.
Especially with stupid nightmares like that one.
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Heero's room
Summary: Heero asked for a status report. He gets a chattery Duo-limpet to go with, because nightmares are creepy and Duo's feeling bored and ranty anyway.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: For boykisses and talk of Dream Heero blowing his own head off.
Duo wasn't walking as slowly as he usually did as he made his way through the white halls. That dream was still weighing fresh on his mind, wrapping together with images of the past and his own imagination based on the information Heero and Trowa had given him about what was going to happen.
It was making him antsy and anxious, and Duo's hands fidgeted together as he walked, fingers twisting and untwisting, curling together and apart. He didn't even notice the small frown on his face as he reached Heero's door. It wasn't easy not to think about, no matter what he tried to banish the images from his mind.
Duo was hoping seeing Heero would erase the images. If not, well, that was what stupid pointless stories and observations and anecdotes and whatever else he could find to talk about before his boyfriend forcefully shut him up, right?
Two quick knocks, and a third for effect, and Duo rocked back on his heels, every line of his body giving off tight, stressed energy. The closeness of this place made him crazy. He'd taken to spending hours in the biodome tinkering with things, because at least that was open space and he wasn't shut in with too little color and too much sterility. For someone who'd grown up in the vibrant, noisy, dirty, colorful, and a million other adjectives streets of L2, this place was hell.
Especially with stupid nightmares like that one.