four words
Title: four words
Author: silenceguardian
Rating: pg-13
Characters/Pairings: Brad/Nate
Summary: four words in the kitchen
Wordcount: ~450
Disclaimer: I do not own generation kill and i mean no disrespect.
Notes or Warnings: this is by far the cutest and fluffiest thing i have ever written. wrote for my friend amanda when she prompted me with this pairing and the word indecision. prepare your happy tissues! (:
A simple request, only in that it contains four words. Words that bear weight that they struggle to carry. Nate bites his lip.
It all starts with Maryland removing its head firmly from its ass and passing the Equal Marriage Opportunity Act of 2012. That day, even, Brad is at a jeweler’s, looking at thin silver bands. Brad describes his indecision to Nate, even, before he takes his knee in the middle of the kitchen.
“It’s like she knew what I was doing, knew what this meant.” Brad says, explaining the salesperson, inhaling at the junction of Nate’s neck and shoulder. “I couldn’t even articulate what you’re like to her. How when you’re asleep your eyelashes fan out on your skin; or the way the light catches in your eyes, making them look like fucking emeralds; or the curve of your lips when you smile into kisses.”
This Brad is ephemeral at best, a fissure in the ice, imperfect and detailed in crystals. Nate inhales, struggling for a solid breath.
The bread is burning in the toaster.
Brad continues, bringing himself down to a knee in front of Nate. “There were too many choices. None of them fit the way that you speak, with your tone that articulates every word. Nothing could portray the feeling of your ankle wrapping around mine in the middle of the night, while you're still dreaming.”
Nate means to say his name like a prayer, but it only comes out as a gasped sob.
“She brought out some from the back, and I looked at each one and frowned, until I saw one. No designs, no inscriptions, nothing ridiculous. Just flat and perfect and it reminded me of your skin.” Brad reaches into his pocket, pulling out the band, no velvet ring box.
Nate sees that it’s just how he said, a never ending curve of shiny silver.
“Nate, you’re it for me. You’re the end and the beginning and everything that lies between, and I guess what I’m trying to say is,” He breathes, “Will you marry me?”
Nate’s heart feels too big for his ribcage when he says “Yes.”
Then Brad’s slipping the ring onto the proper finger. He stands and leans his forehead against Nate’s. “I love you more than the sand and the sea. You calm me better than my bike. I’d choose you over three thousand cans of dip and a lifetime with a mute Ray.”
Nate laughs when he cries, and smiles when they kiss.
Author: silenceguardian
Rating: pg-13
Characters/Pairings: Brad/Nate
Summary: four words in the kitchen
Wordcount: ~450
Disclaimer: I do not own generation kill and i mean no disrespect.
Notes or Warnings: this is by far the cutest and fluffiest thing i have ever written. wrote for my friend amanda when she prompted me with this pairing and the word indecision. prepare your happy tissues! (:
A simple request, only in that it contains four words. Words that bear weight that they struggle to carry. Nate bites his lip.
It all starts with Maryland removing its head firmly from its ass and passing the Equal Marriage Opportunity Act of 2012. That day, even, Brad is at a jeweler’s, looking at thin silver bands. Brad describes his indecision to Nate, even, before he takes his knee in the middle of the kitchen.
“It’s like she knew what I was doing, knew what this meant.” Brad says, explaining the salesperson, inhaling at the junction of Nate’s neck and shoulder. “I couldn’t even articulate what you’re like to her. How when you’re asleep your eyelashes fan out on your skin; or the way the light catches in your eyes, making them look like fucking emeralds; or the curve of your lips when you smile into kisses.”
This Brad is ephemeral at best, a fissure in the ice, imperfect and detailed in crystals. Nate inhales, struggling for a solid breath.
The bread is burning in the toaster.
Brad continues, bringing himself down to a knee in front of Nate. “There were too many choices. None of them fit the way that you speak, with your tone that articulates every word. Nothing could portray the feeling of your ankle wrapping around mine in the middle of the night, while you're still dreaming.”
Nate means to say his name like a prayer, but it only comes out as a gasped sob.
“She brought out some from the back, and I looked at each one and frowned, until I saw one. No designs, no inscriptions, nothing ridiculous. Just flat and perfect and it reminded me of your skin.” Brad reaches into his pocket, pulling out the band, no velvet ring box.
Nate sees that it’s just how he said, a never ending curve of shiny silver.
“Nate, you’re it for me. You’re the end and the beginning and everything that lies between, and I guess what I’m trying to say is,” He breathes, “Will you marry me?”
Nate’s heart feels too big for his ribcage when he says “Yes.”
Then Brad’s slipping the ring onto the proper finger. He stands and leans his forehead against Nate’s. “I love you more than the sand and the sea. You calm me better than my bike. I’d choose you over three thousand cans of dip and a lifetime with a mute Ray.”
Nate laughs when he cries, and smiles when they kiss.