Silent Rain Drops Fell | Spyro | Pg
Title: The Words, Like Silent Rain drops Fell
Author: Emmy (noahatthedsico)
Rating: Pg
Pairing: Spencer/Ryan
POV: 3rd, Spencer
Summary: Rain storms usually made Spencer nervous. Rain storms made the roads wet and his mother too paranoid to let him out with the car. Therefore, rain storms meant he couldn't get to Ryan if he needed to, and that always made Spencer nervous.
Disclaimer:I own nothing but the plot line. Title comes from Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel.
Author Notes: The prompt "write something with a rainstorm. and there should be bb!Spyro" was given to me by Sophie (minus_four) and she beta'd it for me because she's awesome. <3 It's kind of short, but there you go. I just wanted to write something, so i did. =D
Rain storms usually made Spencer nervous. Rain storms made the roads wet and his mother too paranoid to let him out with the car. Therefore, rain storms meant he couldn't get to Ryan if he needed to, and that always made Spencer nervous.
Tonight, however, there was no need to worry. Ryan was curled up on the bed, light brown eyes fixed on the water running down the windows of Spencer's room. There weren't a lot of rain storms in the desert, and to the people of Summerlin it usually just meant it was time to close the windows and retreat inside. Ryan loved the rain though, and Spencer knew it.
Spencer sat against the head board of his bed, Ryan's head pillowed on his knee. He watched Ryan with fascination, running his fingers through the older boy's hair almost subconsciously. Ryan's hair was getting long, hanging almost to his shoulders. His skin felt soft and fragile under Spencer's fingers, his expression unreadable. As well as he knew Ryan, could predict his needs and his desires, the things that went through the older boy's head most of the time were still a mystery to him.
"Do you ever think about how small we are?" Ryan said suddenly, quiet as his honey colored eyes followed the trail of a water droplet.
Spencer's hand stilled in Ryan's hair, moving to scratch lightly at the spot behind Ryan's ear. The boy hummed happily, his eyes falling shut for a minute before opening again to trace the raindrops. "We're tiny, Spence. We're just two of 500,000 people in just this city. This city's just a dot on a map, in a state that's just a piece of a puzzle. We're so small..." Ryan trailed off.
"Yeah," Spencer agreed, knowing that right now Ryan just wanted to talk and know someone was listening.
"We're so small. I don't want to just be a dot on a map, Spence. I want to do something. To feel like people would notice if I wasn't here."
Spencer's hand stilled completely this time, his brow furrowing in worry. "Are you alright, Ry?" His voice came out soft laced with layers of concern, and Ryan turned away from the window to look up at him.
"I'm not sure," Ryan said quietly, biting his lip. "I just feel... small. Like I'm going to get lost in a crowd one day and no one will ever find me, because no one will know to look."
Carefully, Spencer ran his fingers across Ryan's forehead. "I'll look for you," Spencer promised, and Ryan smiled. It was the smile that was barely at his mouth at all, showed mostly through his eyes. It was Spencer's favorite smile.
"You'd have followed me and be lost too," Ryan pointed out, voice full of affectionate teasing. Spencer grinned and ducked his head because they both knew it was the truth.
"If I followed you, we wouldn't have gotten lost in the first place," Spencer reminded him, and Ryan laughed.
"What are we even talking about anymore?"
Spencer just grinned at him, because this is what they did. They could have conversations that twisted and warped past reason and logic, past making sense, and still end up in the same place. It was part of the beauty of who they were, what they had. Some how they always understood each other.
Spencer bent down, nuzzling his nose against Ryan's. He could feel the older boy's giggle against his face. "I'll never let you get lost," Spencer whispered.
Ryan leaned forward quickly, pressing a chaste kiss to Spencer's lips before pulling back. Spencer pulled back too, his fingers resuming their stroking of Ryan's hair.
"We'll be best friends when we're ninety," Ryan declared, eyes turning back to the window. "We'll be all old and nasty in a nursing home or whatever, and we won't remember our own names, but we'll remember each other." Spencer stayed quiet because he could see that being true. He would never be able to forget Ryan.
After a couple minutes silence, Spencer said teasingly, "You'll always be older then me, though."
Ryan shot him a glare, twisting his skinny frame to poke Spencer in the side. Retaliating, Spencer ran his fingers over the ticklish spot on Ryan's collarbone, cause the other boy to flail around comically. They laughed together, settling back down into the position they'd been in all night. Ryan's eyes turned back to the window, and Spencer went back to studying Ryan's face.
"You know..." he said after a minute. "As long as we stick together forever, we're kind of one person. And that makes us bigger than everyone else."
Another smile spread over Ryan's face, his eyes still tracing the rain, but his hand coming to curl around Spencer's knee. "Yeah. It kind of does."
Author: Emmy (noahatthedsico)
Rating: Pg
Pairing: Spencer/Ryan
POV: 3rd, Spencer
Summary: Rain storms usually made Spencer nervous. Rain storms made the roads wet and his mother too paranoid to let him out with the car. Therefore, rain storms meant he couldn't get to Ryan if he needed to, and that always made Spencer nervous.
Disclaimer:I own nothing but the plot line. Title comes from Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel.
Author Notes: The prompt "write something with a rainstorm. and there should be bb!Spyro" was given to me by Sophie (minus_four) and she beta'd it for me because she's awesome. <3 It's kind of short, but there you go. I just wanted to write something, so i did. =D
Rain storms usually made Spencer nervous. Rain storms made the roads wet and his mother too paranoid to let him out with the car. Therefore, rain storms meant he couldn't get to Ryan if he needed to, and that always made Spencer nervous.
Tonight, however, there was no need to worry. Ryan was curled up on the bed, light brown eyes fixed on the water running down the windows of Spencer's room. There weren't a lot of rain storms in the desert, and to the people of Summerlin it usually just meant it was time to close the windows and retreat inside. Ryan loved the rain though, and Spencer knew it.
Spencer sat against the head board of his bed, Ryan's head pillowed on his knee. He watched Ryan with fascination, running his fingers through the older boy's hair almost subconsciously. Ryan's hair was getting long, hanging almost to his shoulders. His skin felt soft and fragile under Spencer's fingers, his expression unreadable. As well as he knew Ryan, could predict his needs and his desires, the things that went through the older boy's head most of the time were still a mystery to him.
"Do you ever think about how small we are?" Ryan said suddenly, quiet as his honey colored eyes followed the trail of a water droplet.
Spencer's hand stilled in Ryan's hair, moving to scratch lightly at the spot behind Ryan's ear. The boy hummed happily, his eyes falling shut for a minute before opening again to trace the raindrops. "We're tiny, Spence. We're just two of 500,000 people in just this city. This city's just a dot on a map, in a state that's just a piece of a puzzle. We're so small..." Ryan trailed off.
"Yeah," Spencer agreed, knowing that right now Ryan just wanted to talk and know someone was listening.
"We're so small. I don't want to just be a dot on a map, Spence. I want to do something. To feel like people would notice if I wasn't here."
Spencer's hand stilled completely this time, his brow furrowing in worry. "Are you alright, Ry?" His voice came out soft laced with layers of concern, and Ryan turned away from the window to look up at him.
"I'm not sure," Ryan said quietly, biting his lip. "I just feel... small. Like I'm going to get lost in a crowd one day and no one will ever find me, because no one will know to look."
Carefully, Spencer ran his fingers across Ryan's forehead. "I'll look for you," Spencer promised, and Ryan smiled. It was the smile that was barely at his mouth at all, showed mostly through his eyes. It was Spencer's favorite smile.
"You'd have followed me and be lost too," Ryan pointed out, voice full of affectionate teasing. Spencer grinned and ducked his head because they both knew it was the truth.
"If I followed you, we wouldn't have gotten lost in the first place," Spencer reminded him, and Ryan laughed.
"What are we even talking about anymore?"
Spencer just grinned at him, because this is what they did. They could have conversations that twisted and warped past reason and logic, past making sense, and still end up in the same place. It was part of the beauty of who they were, what they had. Some how they always understood each other.
Spencer bent down, nuzzling his nose against Ryan's. He could feel the older boy's giggle against his face. "I'll never let you get lost," Spencer whispered.
Ryan leaned forward quickly, pressing a chaste kiss to Spencer's lips before pulling back. Spencer pulled back too, his fingers resuming their stroking of Ryan's hair.
"We'll be best friends when we're ninety," Ryan declared, eyes turning back to the window. "We'll be all old and nasty in a nursing home or whatever, and we won't remember our own names, but we'll remember each other." Spencer stayed quiet because he could see that being true. He would never be able to forget Ryan.
After a couple minutes silence, Spencer said teasingly, "You'll always be older then me, though."
Ryan shot him a glare, twisting his skinny frame to poke Spencer in the side. Retaliating, Spencer ran his fingers over the ticklish spot on Ryan's collarbone, cause the other boy to flail around comically. They laughed together, settling back down into the position they'd been in all night. Ryan's eyes turned back to the window, and Spencer went back to studying Ryan's face.
"You know..." he said after a minute. "As long as we stick together forever, we're kind of one person. And that makes us bigger than everyone else."
Another smile spread over Ryan's face, his eyes still tracing the rain, but his hand coming to curl around Spencer's knee. "Yeah. It kind of does."