Alphabet (E, F)
Title: Alphabet (E, F)
Parts: A | B | C | D | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: It sucks always having to come up with new ways to say how much they don't belong to me.
Summary: Part of the Alphabet Challenge.
A/N: They're both not very upbeat this time... sorry? And I feel like I should again add some kind of trigger warning for Flood, so everyone who ever had bad experiences with tsunamis... Other than that, hope to see you all again safe and sound in the new year! ♥
End
So this was the end.
He wasn’t afraid, wasn’t panicked or even nervous. His heart was beating in his chest, calm and young and strong, and filled to the brink with the life he had amassed in his years.
He looked over to where his lover was standing, hands bound just like his own, and let himself get lost in his sight one more time. The features composed, the bearing dignified, but what he really saw were the details, the curve of his lips, the serenity of his eyes, the distinctiveness of his freckles, and he remembered kissing each and every one of them.
Then his gaze was returned, and the softest of smiles was given to him, private, affectionate, the open ‘I love you’ as strong as it had always been.
There was nothing more to add.
They had fought for what they believed in, they had lived and loved with everything they had, they had never doubted, never hesitated, never strayed.
And he didn’t regret one thing.
Flood
It should have only been a holiday. Two weeks of getting away from everyday life, of taking time only for each other, of lying on white Indonesian beaches and swimming in crystal clear oceans, of a few days in paradise.
It had been morning, the sky a brilliant blue, the sun flooding their room, their caresses lazy, the sex slow and beautiful. Eventually Dan had left with a kiss to get something for breakfast since they had stayed in bed too long.
Then the earth had started shaking.
As soon as all was calm again Fernando had called Dan on his mobile, heart beating heavily, hands shaking, but he had been calmed by the mutual reassurance that everything was alright. Dan had said he’d be back in no more than twenty minutes.
It was a glance outside through the window by chance, but it had him freezing where he stood and his heart stop beating. His mind couldn’t process the images of the waves crushing upon land and flooding whatever was in its wake, rows upon rows that didn’t seem to end, foaming dark water that ripped through palm trees, cars, houses, cutting down the streets, stopping at nothing, and there was more and more and more. There was no rational thinking, no realisation that the flood was washing through the lower levels of the hotel somewhere right below his feet, where it was coming from, what was happening. The shock was paralysing, numbing, the destruction nature was ravaging too great.
When it was over and Fernando was wading through the remains of the flood, knee-high water, debris, desperately crying men, women, children, nothing as it had been before, he was still in trance. And he was alone.
The realisation that Dan had been out here was like slow, creeping horror that was so unreal that he was waiting to wake up from a nightmare.
Only a part of his mind knew that this was real. It was hell - but it was real.
When the numbing cold lost its grip on him, desperation set in. So deep and consuming that there weren’t enough tears to cry, that he could only stop when his body eventually broke down with exhaustion. In those moments all he wanted was to die.
Hell lasted for twenty-seven hours and forty-three minutes. Then a voice called his name and penetrated the haze surrounding him, ignited a small light in the fog around him that made him raise his head. And when it happened a second time, clearer, nearer, and Dan was suddenly in front of him, battered, exhausted, dirty, the tiny light exploded in bright cascades and washed over him in another wave of shock.
When they were clinging to each other there in the wake of the destruction that was too much for heart or mind to put into words, the tears were coming again, wracking his body and washing away the dirt on his face. Only this time it wasn’t because his life had been taken, but given.