Fun Fic Friday!
~Fun Fic Friday~
TGIF! It's the day before the weekend, and what better way to close out a long week than with a fun dose of ficlets and drabbles of Luke, Reid, or Luke & Reid? Or how about some amazing icons or graphics of the guys? (Don't be fooled by the name - Fun (Graph)Fic Friday just didn't have the same ring to it.) Here's your chance to ( Read more... )
The black curtain lowered and then all the lights went off except one spot. When two white gloved hands opened it and a man, dressed in black, slipped through it and sat down on a barstool standing in the center of the stage, you could hear a pin drop.
It was impossible to make up the guy’s statue since his black clothes seemed to merge with the darkness surrounding him.
Only his face, totally white made up except his mouth colored red and almost grotesquely enlarged and two thin lines marking his brows was illuminated.
What is this?
WHO is this?
To the right Luke heard his mum’s whisper to him but he didn’t answer.
…. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer …
Was it Henry or Barbara who sharply inhaled their breath to the left?
… The heartache and the thousand natural shocks / That flesh is heir to…
Luke didn’t hear Katie silently sniffing; he didn’t notice his mum tugging at his sleeve either.
He was there on the stage and finally saw and listened, listened with all his heart.
Maybe he was the only one in the hall recognizing that the actor changed the original text…
…You may believe I am the bad guy, the Spirit that denies…
The calm but clear voice there on the stage trembled almost imperceptibly ending the unexpected performance with the originally first line of the famous monologue and Luke only recognized that the actor had modified the words again, when he repeated them:
…To love, or not to love--that is the question…
The mysterious man dressed in black didn’t wait for applause. He disappeared through the curtain as soon as he’d ended his recitation and didn’t return.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the actor wants to stay anonymous, but I think his performance deserves to be rewarded with some especially gratuitous donations for Memorial’s new wing.” Katie finally interrupted the applause only to make it start all over again.
But Luke wasn’t there anymore when the party continued. He finally knew where he could find him and where he himself belonged.
And there he actually was, all alone in the provisory changing room.
Seeing him sitting in front of the mirror, trying to rub the white theater make-up off his face, Luke didn’t know what to say and he couldn’t have said anything, even if he wanted to. The lump in his throat was too big to get out if only a whisper.
So he approached him slowly, cautiously, because after the disaster at Java’s he was aware of the man in front of him being like a wild ‘animal’ always on the brink to run away, terrified of getting hurt again.
“Let me help you, please!”
With that the blond man took the oily remover pads out of trembling hands and gently cleaned the beautiful face looking up to him.
After Luke had carefully freed the tamed red curls from the tight white cap he combed with all his fingers through the flattened mane and educed a soft sigh from the lightly shivering man.
Reid hadn’t spoken one word so far, but he didn’t avert his eyes from Luke’s open, smiling face with those huge suspiciously shiny brown eyes.
It was then when someone rudely knocked at the door and Luke raised his brows questioningly.
Reid still didn’t talk, but shook his head. He didn’t need to say anything, because Luke had understood everything:
this bare, vulnerable, exposed version of Reid was only for his eyes and the message out there on the stage twenty minutes ago was only for his ears, for his heart.
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I am in awe. I am in awe.
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