Ficlet: The things we do
Title: The things we do
Pairing:Percy/Oliver
Prompt: The question is obvious
Rating: PG
Word Count: 931
Summary: Oliver reflects on his relationship with Percy. Angst insues.
Author's Notes: Slash obviously. Enjoy!
Prompt table: The prompt table
The things we do
It was the quiet times that Oliver enjoyed the most. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the delightful conversation that progressed between him and his lover; it was just that there seemed to be some sort of gap whenever it mattered. There were always two sides of the conversation and Percy seemed to always hold both of them. Oliver couldn’t be caught caring about something when it had to do with the Ministry but it was all he seemed to talk about when they had a serious conversation. Of course there was the odd times when the conversation turned to Quidditch, but that was very rarely, and Oliver knew deep down that Percy wasn’t keen on the subject so it never lasted long.
So the quiet time was always something that got to him thinking. As he would sleep there in the same bed as Percy, on his side, arm propping his head up so he could look down at the sleeping redhead. After the exhaustion, and small amount of cuddling Percy would promptly fall asleep, comfortably wedged between Oliver and the wall. This was when Oliver was faced with the realization of what he was doing with his life. Who he was spending it with. And it was strange to him, being able to see himself reflected in Percy’s blue eyes.
He had someone that was reliant on him, someone that was in love with him.
It was strange because Oliver had never had this before. No brothers or sisters and his parents were only there when it came to serious family matters. No, he had been on his own since graduation, always looking out for himself. So why was it that every time he spotted someone with red hair he smiled? Why was it that all his thoughts were brought back to school and his only roommate?
And he knew deep down that the question he should be asking himself was obvious.
Was he in love with Percy Weasley?
And he knew without saying it out loud, without proclaiming it to the world that he was truly madly in love with the misfit Weasley. They were peas in a pod, both living for themselves, both looking out for number one. Both disregarded by their families because of choices they had made. That was the reason they had been attracted to each other. There was something that Percy had, a simple spark that kept Oliver’s gaze following him. Had him mesmerized throughout their school years; it wasn’t that he was part of such a big family, something that Oliver had longed for his entire life. No, it was that he was unique even the world was seeing just a duplicate. Just another Weasley on the shelf and somehow Oliver could see around it. He could see the pure genius behind those ghastly horn rims. He could see the way Percy’s blue eyes sparkled when he was truly happy.
Percy was not just another Weasley. He was everything about them that Oliver loved; the caring heart, the smarts and the silliness; that even though Percy hid, was still there. Nights spent chatting over cold Chinese food, wondering if they would end up happy. And were they? In such a chaotic time that surrounded them with danger everywhere. With the long periods apart; Oliver always on Quidditch tours or Percy chained to the Minister of Magic, was this the life they wanted? Meeting up every so often in a rundown muggle hotel hoping that no one would notice? Hoping that their love wouldn’t be seen by prying eyes?
Oliver was shaken from his thoughts when the man beside him shifted against the wall, opening a lazy eye and noticing for a moment that his lover wasn’t actually asleep beside him.
“Can’t sleep?” Percy whispered hazily, pulling his pillow closer and tucking it back behind his head.
“Just... thinking, go to sleep love,” Oliver smiled, cupping the redhead’s cheek and leaving a quick kiss on his forehead.
Percy gave him a small half smile and turned over, closing his eyes again and falling back into a light slumber. Oliver watched his chest rise and fall for a few more moments before slipping out of the bed.
He padded softly across the overused carpet, walking towards the bathroom. On the way, he collected his discarded jacket from a chair and flicked on the light in the small room. Oliver closed the door; careful to turn the handle so that it didn’t make a sound.
Reaching into one of his jacket pockets he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the cracked mirror.
They had started out friends, but was that always such a lie? Had he always been in love with the odd Weasley? Had he picked him out from the very first banquet and known him to be the one he wanted to spend his life with? How could things be that simple? There was nothing simple about their relationship. And there it was again, viciously clawing at the back of his mind
Oliver turned to the toilet and lifted the seat, staring down at the clear liquid. Raising his hand, he opened the palm, letting the content fall into the toilet.
The question is obvious as he stared down at the golden band.
So perhaps it was selfish that he wanted to keep everything the same, everything so perfect. Oliver wanted to keep their love all to himself.
Reaching his hand out, he touches the cold porcelain, pressing it downwards, the liquid stealing away his answers.
This was all he could do.
Pairing:Percy/Oliver
Prompt: The question is obvious
Rating: PG
Word Count: 931
Summary: Oliver reflects on his relationship with Percy. Angst insues.
Author's Notes: Slash obviously. Enjoy!
Prompt table: The prompt table
The things we do
It was the quiet times that Oliver enjoyed the most. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the delightful conversation that progressed between him and his lover; it was just that there seemed to be some sort of gap whenever it mattered. There were always two sides of the conversation and Percy seemed to always hold both of them. Oliver couldn’t be caught caring about something when it had to do with the Ministry but it was all he seemed to talk about when they had a serious conversation. Of course there was the odd times when the conversation turned to Quidditch, but that was very rarely, and Oliver knew deep down that Percy wasn’t keen on the subject so it never lasted long.
So the quiet time was always something that got to him thinking. As he would sleep there in the same bed as Percy, on his side, arm propping his head up so he could look down at the sleeping redhead. After the exhaustion, and small amount of cuddling Percy would promptly fall asleep, comfortably wedged between Oliver and the wall. This was when Oliver was faced with the realization of what he was doing with his life. Who he was spending it with. And it was strange to him, being able to see himself reflected in Percy’s blue eyes.
He had someone that was reliant on him, someone that was in love with him.
It was strange because Oliver had never had this before. No brothers or sisters and his parents were only there when it came to serious family matters. No, he had been on his own since graduation, always looking out for himself. So why was it that every time he spotted someone with red hair he smiled? Why was it that all his thoughts were brought back to school and his only roommate?
And he knew deep down that the question he should be asking himself was obvious.
Was he in love with Percy Weasley?
And he knew without saying it out loud, without proclaiming it to the world that he was truly madly in love with the misfit Weasley. They were peas in a pod, both living for themselves, both looking out for number one. Both disregarded by their families because of choices they had made. That was the reason they had been attracted to each other. There was something that Percy had, a simple spark that kept Oliver’s gaze following him. Had him mesmerized throughout their school years; it wasn’t that he was part of such a big family, something that Oliver had longed for his entire life. No, it was that he was unique even the world was seeing just a duplicate. Just another Weasley on the shelf and somehow Oliver could see around it. He could see the pure genius behind those ghastly horn rims. He could see the way Percy’s blue eyes sparkled when he was truly happy.
Percy was not just another Weasley. He was everything about them that Oliver loved; the caring heart, the smarts and the silliness; that even though Percy hid, was still there. Nights spent chatting over cold Chinese food, wondering if they would end up happy. And were they? In such a chaotic time that surrounded them with danger everywhere. With the long periods apart; Oliver always on Quidditch tours or Percy chained to the Minister of Magic, was this the life they wanted? Meeting up every so often in a rundown muggle hotel hoping that no one would notice? Hoping that their love wouldn’t be seen by prying eyes?
Oliver was shaken from his thoughts when the man beside him shifted against the wall, opening a lazy eye and noticing for a moment that his lover wasn’t actually asleep beside him.
“Can’t sleep?” Percy whispered hazily, pulling his pillow closer and tucking it back behind his head.
“Just... thinking, go to sleep love,” Oliver smiled, cupping the redhead’s cheek and leaving a quick kiss on his forehead.
Percy gave him a small half smile and turned over, closing his eyes again and falling back into a light slumber. Oliver watched his chest rise and fall for a few more moments before slipping out of the bed.
He padded softly across the overused carpet, walking towards the bathroom. On the way, he collected his discarded jacket from a chair and flicked on the light in the small room. Oliver closed the door; careful to turn the handle so that it didn’t make a sound.
Reaching into one of his jacket pockets he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the cracked mirror.
They had started out friends, but was that always such a lie? Had he always been in love with the odd Weasley? Had he picked him out from the very first banquet and known him to be the one he wanted to spend his life with? How could things be that simple? There was nothing simple about their relationship. And there it was again, viciously clawing at the back of his mind
Oliver turned to the toilet and lifted the seat, staring down at the clear liquid. Raising his hand, he opened the palm, letting the content fall into the toilet.
The question is obvious as he stared down at the golden band.
So perhaps it was selfish that he wanted to keep everything the same, everything so perfect. Oliver wanted to keep their love all to himself.
Reaching his hand out, he touches the cold porcelain, pressing it downwards, the liquid stealing away his answers.
This was all he could do.