I want to hug EVERYONE.
Author: Aiisling
Title: Twins
Rating: pg 13
Pairing: Peter/Nathan
Warnings/spoilers: none
Summary: A short little ficlet about a myth Peter read about as a child, involving twins and lovers. Just a little ficlet to bring a bit of angst to your computer.
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Twins
When Peter was a little boy he was often sick. Colds, flus, ear infections; you name it, he had it. Consequentially he became quite the avid reader, for even the young are naturally adverse to day time television. Many long and lonely mornings had been spent rolled up in a blanket in his family’s spacious library, alternately sniffling into scratchy tissues and turning the pages of some old, leather bound book. His special favorites were the fairytales which peppered the fiction section. There was everything from the generic Haans Christian Anderson and Brother Grimm collections to other, darker stories which he probably wasn’t supposed to read. Sickdays were special, however. He was left alone with his nanny, who ignored him as long as he was quiet and did not actively vomit, and so he could peruse whichever books he pleased.
During one of these forays, so long ago that he no longer remembered exactly what he’d been sick with, Peter came across a legend about two murdered lovers. In the story these two needed each other so much that when their souls left their bodies the gods sent them back to be reborn as twins. When he read this Peter found himself sad in a way that, in the manner of the naive, he hadn’t been able to understand. It had been the last fairy tale he’d read that sick day.
Watching his brother Nathan give yet another televised speech, Peter thought wryly to himself that he finally understood the sadness the tale had caused in him as a child. It was the twins, who lived so close to each other but were denied any chance to truly be loved. ‘Cruel’ was the only word for it. What else would you call forcing a person to be so connected to the one he loved while at the same time building impossible barriers between them?
Nathan went on about family values, his usual speech shtick, before finishing and steppping neatly off the podium. Peter smiled grimly as he lifted his hands and joined the sudden chorus of clapping that marked the end of every speech. He caught Nathan’s eye and a heavy look floated between them. Peter might not have been a twin, but he certainly knew the pain of having what you wanted most flaunted an untouchable inch away from you.
Title: Twins
Rating: pg 13
Pairing: Peter/Nathan
Warnings/spoilers: none
Summary: A short little ficlet about a myth Peter read about as a child, involving twins and lovers. Just a little ficlet to bring a bit of angst to your computer.
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Twins
When Peter was a little boy he was often sick. Colds, flus, ear infections; you name it, he had it. Consequentially he became quite the avid reader, for even the young are naturally adverse to day time television. Many long and lonely mornings had been spent rolled up in a blanket in his family’s spacious library, alternately sniffling into scratchy tissues and turning the pages of some old, leather bound book. His special favorites were the fairytales which peppered the fiction section. There was everything from the generic Haans Christian Anderson and Brother Grimm collections to other, darker stories which he probably wasn’t supposed to read. Sickdays were special, however. He was left alone with his nanny, who ignored him as long as he was quiet and did not actively vomit, and so he could peruse whichever books he pleased.
During one of these forays, so long ago that he no longer remembered exactly what he’d been sick with, Peter came across a legend about two murdered lovers. In the story these two needed each other so much that when their souls left their bodies the gods sent them back to be reborn as twins. When he read this Peter found himself sad in a way that, in the manner of the naive, he hadn’t been able to understand. It had been the last fairy tale he’d read that sick day.
Watching his brother Nathan give yet another televised speech, Peter thought wryly to himself that he finally understood the sadness the tale had caused in him as a child. It was the twins, who lived so close to each other but were denied any chance to truly be loved. ‘Cruel’ was the only word for it. What else would you call forcing a person to be so connected to the one he loved while at the same time building impossible barriers between them?
Nathan went on about family values, his usual speech shtick, before finishing and steppping neatly off the podium. Peter smiled grimly as he lifted his hands and joined the sudden chorus of clapping that marked the end of every speech. He caught Nathan’s eye and a heavy look floated between them. Peter might not have been a twin, but he certainly knew the pain of having what you wanted most flaunted an untouchable inch away from you.