Fic (GW 4+5+4: Knowing Heart)
Title: Knowing Heart
Author: playpossum
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 4+5+4
Rating: G
In response to: cozzybob's "Quatre and Wufei meditating" request.
Take me to your heart, take me to your soul
Give me your hand before I'm old
Show me what love is - haven't got a clue
Show me that wonders can be true
They say nothing lasts forever
We're only here today
Love is now or never
Bring me far away
~*~
Emptying his mind of the day's mad hastes, aches, and the memory of the harsh and deafening sounds of gunfire and destruction, Wufei closed his eyes, pulled together the weary shreds of his discipline, and concentrated on breathing slowly and evenly. Slowly, the tension that had been held in his muscles-unconscious instinct maintained by diurnal adrenaline-faded, and he relaxed even further against the wall, the residual image of the dust and shadow of the safehouse's backyard already disappearing in favor of a smooth mental harmony with the surroundings.
Breathe in, one, two...exhale, three, four. Again. And again.
It was blessedly tranquil; there was only Quatre here, and the slender blonde had excused himself after their spare, silent dinner together. Wufei himself had, prior to this evening time he set aside for meditation, gone for a bath after he had washed his tin dish. Subsequently, he had no idea where Quatre had vanished to. But that was all right, because Quatre could take care of himself as well as any of them, and Quatre knew how to take care of them; he wouldn't be noisy or disruptive, or painfully and particularly chirpy or antisocial, depending on who he was with.
Solemn peace trickled through his senses, and it was then that he abruptly became aware of something he hadn't noticed before while his mind had not yet been quieted. There was another soft, almost inaudible sound of breathing. So exquisitely measured and controlled that Wufei had to strain to hear even the slightest break between inhalation and exhalation. A calm, soothing presence.
He knew the other could read his body and mind like a book; at that moment, Quatre was most definitely chuckling inwardly at how long it had taken Wufei to settle down, even if the Arabian's eyes were closed and he wasn't looking at him. Quatre was simply attuned to people like that, his empathy not the essense, but the addition, of a loving understanding given from an already dedicated and compassionate mind. Besides, this wasn't the first time they had meditated together, Quatre needing the clarity and resolution after a long day as much as Wufei did.
Quatre's strain came from supporting the emotional burdens of the world, while Wufei's was from old guilt and the memories he always wished in vain he could forget. However, altruistic or not, stress had to be alleviated, and thus, on the few occasions that coincidence had thrown them together on or after missions, Wufei had become quickly used to sharing the quietude. It was...nice, to have Quatre around.
“You're thinking too hard again,” the blonde's voice held a stern rebuke, quite spoilt by the barest tinge of teasing amusement that Wufei could hear at its edges. “Let it go.”
He cracked open one eye, to see a laughing blue gaze looking straight back at him. A quirk of his lips escaped him despite himself; he resisted the childish and inane urge to stick his tongue out. Quatre's own smile grew, sensing Wufei's mood.
Then the Arabian lazily uncoiled from his cross-legged position next the far wall where he had been sitting, and dusted the back of his pants. “Can I come over there?”
Wufei shrugged, and then he realized the action had been mental. “If you want.”
This was becoming a frequent occurrence after the meditation too, Quatre moving to sit close beside Wufei, one arm not-so-subtly flanking Wufei's back as they sat there in companionable silence. Once, they had looked at the stars for hours, until Wufei had found himself leaning more and more into the other boy, his eyes closing against his will. He had awoken four hours later for his mission, and found himself in his own bed, the threadbare covers pulled snugly over him.
Tonight, Quatre was looking at him, regular sidelong glances that told Wufei the blonde wasn't quite concerned about being called on looking. It warmed Wufei, made him think twice about being affronted, about acting obtuse, and then discarding both options in favor of being honest. Without looking down, he shifted nearer, and then casually caught the hand behind him with his own. Palm to skin, hot, dry and perfect.
Quatre smiled and looked back at the sky. Then turned his hand so that their fingers were clasped, before tugging Wufei gently to his side.
Author: playpossum
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 4+5+4
Rating: G
In response to: cozzybob's "Quatre and Wufei meditating" request.
Take me to your heart, take me to your soul
Give me your hand before I'm old
Show me what love is - haven't got a clue
Show me that wonders can be true
They say nothing lasts forever
We're only here today
Love is now or never
Bring me far away
~*~
Emptying his mind of the day's mad hastes, aches, and the memory of the harsh and deafening sounds of gunfire and destruction, Wufei closed his eyes, pulled together the weary shreds of his discipline, and concentrated on breathing slowly and evenly. Slowly, the tension that had been held in his muscles-unconscious instinct maintained by diurnal adrenaline-faded, and he relaxed even further against the wall, the residual image of the dust and shadow of the safehouse's backyard already disappearing in favor of a smooth mental harmony with the surroundings.
Breathe in, one, two...exhale, three, four. Again. And again.
It was blessedly tranquil; there was only Quatre here, and the slender blonde had excused himself after their spare, silent dinner together. Wufei himself had, prior to this evening time he set aside for meditation, gone for a bath after he had washed his tin dish. Subsequently, he had no idea where Quatre had vanished to. But that was all right, because Quatre could take care of himself as well as any of them, and Quatre knew how to take care of them; he wouldn't be noisy or disruptive, or painfully and particularly chirpy or antisocial, depending on who he was with.
Solemn peace trickled through his senses, and it was then that he abruptly became aware of something he hadn't noticed before while his mind had not yet been quieted. There was another soft, almost inaudible sound of breathing. So exquisitely measured and controlled that Wufei had to strain to hear even the slightest break between inhalation and exhalation. A calm, soothing presence.
He knew the other could read his body and mind like a book; at that moment, Quatre was most definitely chuckling inwardly at how long it had taken Wufei to settle down, even if the Arabian's eyes were closed and he wasn't looking at him. Quatre was simply attuned to people like that, his empathy not the essense, but the addition, of a loving understanding given from an already dedicated and compassionate mind. Besides, this wasn't the first time they had meditated together, Quatre needing the clarity and resolution after a long day as much as Wufei did.
Quatre's strain came from supporting the emotional burdens of the world, while Wufei's was from old guilt and the memories he always wished in vain he could forget. However, altruistic or not, stress had to be alleviated, and thus, on the few occasions that coincidence had thrown them together on or after missions, Wufei had become quickly used to sharing the quietude. It was...nice, to have Quatre around.
“You're thinking too hard again,” the blonde's voice held a stern rebuke, quite spoilt by the barest tinge of teasing amusement that Wufei could hear at its edges. “Let it go.”
He cracked open one eye, to see a laughing blue gaze looking straight back at him. A quirk of his lips escaped him despite himself; he resisted the childish and inane urge to stick his tongue out. Quatre's own smile grew, sensing Wufei's mood.
Then the Arabian lazily uncoiled from his cross-legged position next the far wall where he had been sitting, and dusted the back of his pants. “Can I come over there?”
Wufei shrugged, and then he realized the action had been mental. “If you want.”
This was becoming a frequent occurrence after the meditation too, Quatre moving to sit close beside Wufei, one arm not-so-subtly flanking Wufei's back as they sat there in companionable silence. Once, they had looked at the stars for hours, until Wufei had found himself leaning more and more into the other boy, his eyes closing against his will. He had awoken four hours later for his mission, and found himself in his own bed, the threadbare covers pulled snugly over him.
Tonight, Quatre was looking at him, regular sidelong glances that told Wufei the blonde wasn't quite concerned about being called on looking. It warmed Wufei, made him think twice about being affronted, about acting obtuse, and then discarding both options in favor of being honest. Without looking down, he shifted nearer, and then casually caught the hand behind him with his own. Palm to skin, hot, dry and perfect.
Quatre smiled and looked back at the sky. Then turned his hand so that their fingers were clasped, before tugging Wufei gently to his side.