[Generation Kill] [Brad/Nate] Exquise
Title: Exquise
Subject: Generation Kill | Brad/Nate
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Be careful of lonesome roads, men who travel them will not know of your ways. | sparrow and the wolf.
Notes: For this prompt, a combination day too, with La Doleur Exquise: The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have. from delamuse. Um, reincarnation daemon verse? fuck if I know.
WC: 389
For a moment, Portia's attention is caught, her ears pricked, staring down the cobbled pathways spreading out ahead of them. It takes a breath, barely a whistle, for her to turn back to Brad. For a second, she nuzzles against the tips of his fingers, her nose cold and wet against the pads of his hands.
"He's not here," she says. "The boy with the bird."
"He'd be a man now," Brad says, cards his fingers through her fur, lets her ground her in this moment. "It's been a long time."
"We'll find him." The wind blows, the smell of honeysuckle twisting and winding. A bakery is opening their windows, getting ready for the day. Bread is baking and people are waking and Brad is lost, though he'd never say it aloud. "I'm sure we will."
"Not that I don't respect the infinite wisdom of the Corps, sir," Brad says, keeps his eyes fixed on the horizon and not on Nate, Nate who is, for once, Nate. "But I have a wolf to fit into these tin cans." Nate's bird, Iolanthe, is fluttering her wings, preening as she rests on Nate's shoulder, claws tight against the camo. Portia barks a laugh, startles Trombley's Nash from her perch on the hood.
"Marines make do," Nate says, but he's smiling, Brad knows he's smiling because it's so hard to focus on the horizon with a sand dusted Nate so close, so close for the first time in a long time. "Give her the backseat."
"He already does," Ray crows. "We all suffer because Bradley here is a dick sucking show off and had to have a God damn wolf for a daemon." Brad doesn't even take the chance to tell him to shut up, too fixed on the curve of Nate's smile and the golden hue of his skin. It's been too long.
They do find Nate, but he's not Nate in this life time. He's Gus. He's bright green eyes and a quick wit and Iolanthe on his shoulder, but he's not Nate. He's not Nate and this isn't a world for Brad, not anymore.
Subject: Generation Kill | Brad/Nate
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Be careful of lonesome roads, men who travel them will not know of your ways. | sparrow and the wolf.
Notes: For this prompt, a combination day too, with La Doleur Exquise: The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have. from delamuse. Um, reincarnation daemon verse? fuck if I know.
WC: 389
For a moment, Portia's attention is caught, her ears pricked, staring down the cobbled pathways spreading out ahead of them. It takes a breath, barely a whistle, for her to turn back to Brad. For a second, she nuzzles against the tips of his fingers, her nose cold and wet against the pads of his hands.
"He's not here," she says. "The boy with the bird."
"He'd be a man now," Brad says, cards his fingers through her fur, lets her ground her in this moment. "It's been a long time."
"We'll find him." The wind blows, the smell of honeysuckle twisting and winding. A bakery is opening their windows, getting ready for the day. Bread is baking and people are waking and Brad is lost, though he'd never say it aloud. "I'm sure we will."
"Not that I don't respect the infinite wisdom of the Corps, sir," Brad says, keeps his eyes fixed on the horizon and not on Nate, Nate who is, for once, Nate. "But I have a wolf to fit into these tin cans." Nate's bird, Iolanthe, is fluttering her wings, preening as she rests on Nate's shoulder, claws tight against the camo. Portia barks a laugh, startles Trombley's Nash from her perch on the hood.
"Marines make do," Nate says, but he's smiling, Brad knows he's smiling because it's so hard to focus on the horizon with a sand dusted Nate so close, so close for the first time in a long time. "Give her the backseat."
"He already does," Ray crows. "We all suffer because Bradley here is a dick sucking show off and had to have a God damn wolf for a daemon." Brad doesn't even take the chance to tell him to shut up, too fixed on the curve of Nate's smile and the golden hue of his skin. It's been too long.
They do find Nate, but he's not Nate in this life time. He's Gus. He's bright green eyes and a quick wit and Iolanthe on his shoulder, but he's not Nate. He's not Nate and this isn't a world for Brad, not anymore.