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Title: Broken Toy
Author: liotsuki
Chapters: 3/3
Rating: Hurm. PG/PG-15?
Pairing: Nite Owl II/Rorschach
Disclaimer: I own nothing~
A/N: Personally, I think this chapter sucks .___. It's too bad it's the last one, I can't really continue it. So uh, yeah. Enjoy it, if you can XD;
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Dan was not a coward. No, no he was not.
So why was he still awake, staring at the ceiling?
Mentally, he was rejoicing at the fact that Rorschach had finally agreed (after much persuading) to sleep on the couch. Physically, however....he was quite uncomfortable. Tense, awake, fidgety, hot and cold, and there was a certain....problem in his pants that he'd like to take care of, but can't because he's too afraid of getting caught or heard by the ears of Rorschach. He could hear everything.
Dan didn't even know if Rorschach was asleep yet. And if he moved in his bed to get up, his bed made a loud creak in response, like it was saying in a mocking voice, “Get the fucking hint and go to sleep!” But Dan didn't want to go to sleep, he wanted to get up and make some tea, or something, to calm his nerves. So that's just what he did. He got up out of bed -- finally-- and crept downstairs.
Apparently the stairs felt the same way as the bed.
It was so quiet in his apartment that he could hear everything that went on around him. And with the stairs creaking, it really seemed like they were screaming at him. Step. Creak. Step. Creak. Step. CRACK! Dan shuddered at the noise, praying that Rorschach was still asleep. He finally made it to the kitchen and put the kettle on the stove, turning on the stove and waiting for it to boil. To distract himself, he started to re-arrange the flowers on the table half-heartedly.
The tea kettle squealed. Dan yelped and scrambled to turn off the stove. When he turned around to get a cup from the cupboard, Rorschach was leaning against the door jam to the kitchen, and Dan yelped again, jumping back.
“Jesus Rorschach!” Dan gasped, “what are you doing up?”
“Heard water boil,” the smaller man rasped.
“Oh, well, I-I uh, I'm just making some tea.” Dan replied.
“Can see that.” Rorschach muttered.
Dan needed to get this off his chest before it was too late. “Rorschach, I wanted to talk abou--”
“No, Daniel.”
“Rorschach, we need to talk about--”
“Nothing to discuss, Daniel.”
Dan looked down at the tile floor. Well, so much for talking about anything with him. He mumbled a few incoherent things under his breath and Rorschach, being Rorschach, heard them.
“Need to go, Daniel.” Rorschach said. And something about the way he said his name....was there ...remorse in there?
“Rorschach, I, I wanted to just...just see your face again, all right?” Dan choked out, looking back up at Rorschach, feeling the tears coming. How pathetic.
The ink blots swirled slowly, and this time, Dan didn't have to force the mask off of Rorschach. Rorschach took it off himself, and Dan's brown, watery eyes became even more sad. Stepping forward, he took Rorschach's face in his hands, and pressed his forehead against the smaller man's. The moment was small, loving, and he had begun to cry. Closing his eyes, the gesture was more than just a connection.
Those words that were never said. Those words they never talked about. It was times like these they both knew it was done with, gone. It wasn't Dan's fault, no, but the fact that neither of them could face each other as being something other than partner's in crime. It was too much.
It was the red-head that pulled away first, slowly, as not to startle Dan, who was so fixated on finding the right words to use that he couldn't get anything out of his mouth in time.
Rorschach was gone. He was gone before those words they never uttered to each other could make their way past his lips.
”I love you,”
Author: liotsuki
Chapters: 3/3
Rating: Hurm. PG/PG-15?
Pairing: Nite Owl II/Rorschach
Disclaimer: I own nothing~
A/N: Personally, I think this chapter sucks .___. It's too bad it's the last one, I can't really continue it. So uh, yeah. Enjoy it, if you can XD;
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Dan was not a coward. No, no he was not.
So why was he still awake, staring at the ceiling?
Mentally, he was rejoicing at the fact that Rorschach had finally agreed (after much persuading) to sleep on the couch. Physically, however....he was quite uncomfortable. Tense, awake, fidgety, hot and cold, and there was a certain....problem in his pants that he'd like to take care of, but can't because he's too afraid of getting caught or heard by the ears of Rorschach. He could hear everything.
Dan didn't even know if Rorschach was asleep yet. And if he moved in his bed to get up, his bed made a loud creak in response, like it was saying in a mocking voice, “Get the fucking hint and go to sleep!” But Dan didn't want to go to sleep, he wanted to get up and make some tea, or something, to calm his nerves. So that's just what he did. He got up out of bed -- finally-- and crept downstairs.
Apparently the stairs felt the same way as the bed.
It was so quiet in his apartment that he could hear everything that went on around him. And with the stairs creaking, it really seemed like they were screaming at him. Step. Creak. Step. Creak. Step. CRACK! Dan shuddered at the noise, praying that Rorschach was still asleep. He finally made it to the kitchen and put the kettle on the stove, turning on the stove and waiting for it to boil. To distract himself, he started to re-arrange the flowers on the table half-heartedly.
The tea kettle squealed. Dan yelped and scrambled to turn off the stove. When he turned around to get a cup from the cupboard, Rorschach was leaning against the door jam to the kitchen, and Dan yelped again, jumping back.
“Jesus Rorschach!” Dan gasped, “what are you doing up?”
“Heard water boil,” the smaller man rasped.
“Oh, well, I-I uh, I'm just making some tea.” Dan replied.
“Can see that.” Rorschach muttered.
Dan needed to get this off his chest before it was too late. “Rorschach, I wanted to talk abou--”
“No, Daniel.”
“Rorschach, we need to talk about--”
“Nothing to discuss, Daniel.”
Dan looked down at the tile floor. Well, so much for talking about anything with him. He mumbled a few incoherent things under his breath and Rorschach, being Rorschach, heard them.
“Need to go, Daniel.” Rorschach said. And something about the way he said his name....was there ...remorse in there?
“Rorschach, I, I wanted to just...just see your face again, all right?” Dan choked out, looking back up at Rorschach, feeling the tears coming. How pathetic.
The ink blots swirled slowly, and this time, Dan didn't have to force the mask off of Rorschach. Rorschach took it off himself, and Dan's brown, watery eyes became even more sad. Stepping forward, he took Rorschach's face in his hands, and pressed his forehead against the smaller man's. The moment was small, loving, and he had begun to cry. Closing his eyes, the gesture was more than just a connection.
Those words that were never said. Those words they never talked about. It was times like these they both knew it was done with, gone. It wasn't Dan's fault, no, but the fact that neither of them could face each other as being something other than partner's in crime. It was too much.
It was the red-head that pulled away first, slowly, as not to startle Dan, who was so fixated on finding the right words to use that he couldn't get anything out of his mouth in time.
Rorschach was gone. He was gone before those words they never uttered to each other could make their way past his lips.
”I love you,”