Trust
Another drabble. Yeah, I know, it's sad.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. But I have plans! Not really.
Summary: Story in a nutshell
Pairings: Borden/Angier
Rating: PG13/R
“My name is Alfred Borden.”
The dark haired man smiles and reaches for his hand.
“Rupert Angier.”
Thus the fist words ever uttered between the men are complete lies.
In the beginning, it is not so bad. The men develop a casual friendship, it is inevitable. They share the same employer, the same mentor, the same drinks. Soon, they will be sharing something much more intense.
It is after a rehearsal when it happens. Angier is stripping off his soaked shirt while Borden is watching, entranced. The water drips on the floor, the only sound in the otherwise empty room. Borden crosses the room in one swift movement. Their lips meet. Shocks fire through their bodies. Somehow, they make their way back to Angier’s flat. It cannot be Borden’s.
Although Angier ponders this development, he doesn’t stop it. Instead, he encourages it. A certain level of trust and closeness is needed in their business. That is why he is so confused when he meets Julia.
Julia is all smiles and golden hair. Her eyes are bright and clear at all times, unlike the other’s. She is sweet, simple, caring. He longs for the uncomplicated.
Borden is hurt, but he hides it well. He of all people is accustomed to this. His feelings, his torment, they don’t really matter, because, after all, they are only half the truth.
The two continue seeing each other. Neither is sure why they continue. Borden thinks perhaps it is because Angier pities him. Angier thinks it is perhaps he cannot let go. Both can see the love, but neither can revive it. They cling.
Angier loves Julia. He treasures her. They trust one another. Borden trusts her and she him, but it is Angier that cannot trust the two together and that is why it happens.
Finally, there is a reason for the split. Both are grateful for it, but it is never voiced. Instead, Angier cries and Borden screams and things are never quite the same.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. But I have plans! Not really.
Summary: Story in a nutshell
Pairings: Borden/Angier
Rating: PG13/R
“My name is Alfred Borden.”
The dark haired man smiles and reaches for his hand.
“Rupert Angier.”
Thus the fist words ever uttered between the men are complete lies.
In the beginning, it is not so bad. The men develop a casual friendship, it is inevitable. They share the same employer, the same mentor, the same drinks. Soon, they will be sharing something much more intense.
It is after a rehearsal when it happens. Angier is stripping off his soaked shirt while Borden is watching, entranced. The water drips on the floor, the only sound in the otherwise empty room. Borden crosses the room in one swift movement. Their lips meet. Shocks fire through their bodies. Somehow, they make their way back to Angier’s flat. It cannot be Borden’s.
Although Angier ponders this development, he doesn’t stop it. Instead, he encourages it. A certain level of trust and closeness is needed in their business. That is why he is so confused when he meets Julia.
Julia is all smiles and golden hair. Her eyes are bright and clear at all times, unlike the other’s. She is sweet, simple, caring. He longs for the uncomplicated.
Borden is hurt, but he hides it well. He of all people is accustomed to this. His feelings, his torment, they don’t really matter, because, after all, they are only half the truth.
The two continue seeing each other. Neither is sure why they continue. Borden thinks perhaps it is because Angier pities him. Angier thinks it is perhaps he cannot let go. Both can see the love, but neither can revive it. They cling.
Angier loves Julia. He treasures her. They trust one another. Borden trusts her and she him, but it is Angier that cannot trust the two together and that is why it happens.
Finally, there is a reason for the split. Both are grateful for it, but it is never voiced. Instead, Angier cries and Borden screams and things are never quite the same.