Drabble: Bittersweet Victory
For tx_cronopio who wanted: Wes/Gunn. Text from Shakespeare, although I'm too lazy to look up the exact quote, Tis a pity to wound a fallen man. I tried to find the exact quote but didn't manage. Not that it really matters. Set shortly after Waiting In The Wings.
Bittersweet Victory
“Have you come to gloat? To rub your victory in my face?” Wes' voice was low, defeat in his tone. “Go on. I'm sure I would have.”
Gunn stopped, staring at the slumped man by the window. “That's how you see her? Like a prize to be won?”
He blinked. “No, not a prize. A gift maybe. Something precious I thought I might...” His voice trailed off into silence.
Gunn stood still for a moment then turned around, closing the door quietly behind him. Suddenly he didn't feel as smug in his happiness. No victory in defeating a broken man.
Bittersweet Victory
“Have you come to gloat? To rub your victory in my face?” Wes' voice was low, defeat in his tone. “Go on. I'm sure I would have.”
Gunn stopped, staring at the slumped man by the window. “That's how you see her? Like a prize to be won?”
He blinked. “No, not a prize. A gift maybe. Something precious I thought I might...” His voice trailed off into silence.
Gunn stood still for a moment then turned around, closing the door quietly behind him. Suddenly he didn't feel as smug in his happiness. No victory in defeating a broken man.