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Rose
AN: This continues a trend. Sort of these Author's Note have been doing at the beginning of each chapter. And please be advised, the sap level of these things is out of the stratosphere.
Rose
4x5, 2x1x3
It was Christmas Eve and Wufei wanted to do something special for his blonde lover, but he just hadn't been able to figure out what to get him. He'd tried candy and gifts and even thought about getting one of the glass figurine Gundams in one eclectic store he'd visited but he hadn't thought the glass would survive well in their cohabitative home with the Maxwell-Yuy-Barton unit and the multitude of canids all five ex-pilots kept.
And that was when he had stumbled upon something that captured his attention completely in the same shop as the Gundam. It was a rose, long stemmed and beautifully made from what appeared be actual gundanium. Inspecting the two foot long item, he read the tag on it and was amazed to know that the beaten metal rose was actually really made from the incredible metal and was salvaged from the explosion of all five Gundams following the Eve War. Amazed and clutching the item in his hand, Wufei hurried to the check out counter and hardly even winced at the price the rose cost him. After all, it wasn't like he couldn't hack some of the old Oz accounts sill floating around get the money back. No, he wanted to give his lover the best present possible and this was it.
Wrapped in plain brown paper over a long satin silver box the rose was label simply in western style calligraphy with Quatre's name and a Chinese symbol for eternal love etched in his lover's script below it. The other ex-pilots were talking animatedly and opening their gifts with ravenous joy, but he was opening them like he always did: slowly and carefully, undoing bows and folding the paper and putting it aside to place in a keepsakes trunk his mother had once owned. Slim fingers eased the brown silk ribbon from the box and opened the paper, folding it in almost reverence. Wufei wasn't the most publicly demonstrative person and he wasn't very fond of giving or receiving gifts and it meant a lot to Quatre that his lover had taken the time to not only buy him a gift for the holiday season, but that his Wu had wrapped it with such care.
He beamed a smile over his shoulder at his lover and then returned to his present opening. Inside the silver box the brown paper had revealed lay a sheet of parchment with the poem “Stolen Child” by W.B. Yeats on it in his lover's elegant handwriting and below that as he pulled the sheet of vellum out, lay a rose. Picking the delicate seeming object out he was astounded by its weight and then the tag hanging from it caught his eye. Two clear pools of turquoise welled up with tears and Quatre launched himself in a Trowa-taught back flip towards his lover, landing straddling the somewhat startled Asian youth and then proceeding to kiss him like there wasn't going to be another chance.
To say he was surprised by Quatre's response to his gift was an understatement as Wufei found himself suddenly with an armful of feisty blonde Arabian that seemed determined to kill him through kiss asphyxiation. Managing to pull back from the kiss to the sound of Duo's applause and praise for Quatre's technique, Wufei gave his lover a shy smile. “Do you like it?”
Pecking his lover on the cheek, Quatre gave an enthusiastic nod and hugged the boy below him. “I love it Wufei. It's beautiful, like you. And enduring like the way I feel about you. Thank you so much!” He cried as he snuggled himself down against the other youth, tears of joy falling from his bright eyes.
Wufei hugged his lover to his chest and nuzzled the blonde locks before him. “I'm glad you like it.” He whispered pressing a kiss into the silken hair his face was buried in. He lived for moments like this, when he wasn't on a mission for the Preventers and his love wasn't away doing work for WEI and they could be together. The holiday only made that time more precious for him and he was grateful again that his lover had had the courage after the Eve War and his stupidity to admit that he was in love with him.
Quatre peeked up through his bangs to see two shiny teardrops slide down Wufei's face as the Asian youth looked down at him. He cuddled closer to his lover, leaving the other presents for later. He wanted to stay cozy close with his dragon for a bit and revel in the love he could feel flowing from his somewhat aloof lover and kiss away the tears that were tracking their way down aristocratic cheeks. No, presents could wait, he had a dragon to love for a bit and that was more important than any gift, save for the rose clutched tight in his hand. More tears spilled from his eyes as Wufei titled his face up and placed a gentle, chaste kiss against his lips and whispered how he loved him in his own native tongue. It was a perfect Christmas for Quatre in that moment and he let the tears fall freely and held tight to his lover. There would be time later for everything else and right now was time to sit with his quiet heart and be loved.
Tears slipped from his eyes, but Wufei didn't care at the moment. No, he was enjoying the joy and happiness that was radiating from his lover and he could care less about appearing weak or anything of the like when his sweet one was in his arms. Saying a silent prayer to the gods of his youth he hugged Quatre and curled the slimmer youth into his arms, settling back in the plush rocking chair and simply enjoyed being there with the Arabian. Eyes sliding closed he could feel his love relax and start to fall asleep in his arms and that seemed the perfect for the moment they were in to end and he let himself drift too breathing in harmony with the other boy and the gentle sway of the chair. The others could finish the present opening, falling into the arms of Morpheus with Quatre in his arms was a far better present than anything else the material world could offer and that is what he did.
It was Duo who ushered his lovers out of the room and left the other two to be alone in dreamland and as he left himself, he couldn't help the grin on his face. “Merry Christmas guys.” He said softly as he flicked on the tree lights and turned out the overhead, before following after his own lovers to enjoy the hearty brunch the kitchen staff had left.
The End
4x5, 2x1x3
It was Christmas Eve and Wufei wanted to do something special for his blonde lover, but he just hadn't been able to figure out what to get him. He'd tried candy and gifts and even thought about getting one of the glass figurine Gundams in one eclectic store he'd visited but he hadn't thought the glass would survive well in their cohabitative home with the Maxwell-Yuy-Barton unit and the multitude of canids all five ex-pilots kept.
And that was when he had stumbled upon something that captured his attention completely in the same shop as the Gundam. It was a rose, long stemmed and beautifully made from what appeared be actual gundanium. Inspecting the two foot long item, he read the tag on it and was amazed to know that the beaten metal rose was actually really made from the incredible metal and was salvaged from the explosion of all five Gundams following the Eve War. Amazed and clutching the item in his hand, Wufei hurried to the check out counter and hardly even winced at the price the rose cost him. After all, it wasn't like he couldn't hack some of the old Oz accounts sill floating around get the money back. No, he wanted to give his lover the best present possible and this was it.
Wrapped in plain brown paper over a long satin silver box the rose was label simply in western style calligraphy with Quatre's name and a Chinese symbol for eternal love etched in his lover's script below it. The other ex-pilots were talking animatedly and opening their gifts with ravenous joy, but he was opening them like he always did: slowly and carefully, undoing bows and folding the paper and putting it aside to place in a keepsakes trunk his mother had once owned. Slim fingers eased the brown silk ribbon from the box and opened the paper, folding it in almost reverence. Wufei wasn't the most publicly demonstrative person and he wasn't very fond of giving or receiving gifts and it meant a lot to Quatre that his lover had taken the time to not only buy him a gift for the holiday season, but that his Wu had wrapped it with such care.
He beamed a smile over his shoulder at his lover and then returned to his present opening. Inside the silver box the brown paper had revealed lay a sheet of parchment with the poem “Stolen Child” by W.B. Yeats on it in his lover's elegant handwriting and below that as he pulled the sheet of vellum out, lay a rose. Picking the delicate seeming object out he was astounded by its weight and then the tag hanging from it caught his eye. Two clear pools of turquoise welled up with tears and Quatre launched himself in a Trowa-taught back flip towards his lover, landing straddling the somewhat startled Asian youth and then proceeding to kiss him like there wasn't going to be another chance.
To say he was surprised by Quatre's response to his gift was an understatement as Wufei found himself suddenly with an armful of feisty blonde Arabian that seemed determined to kill him through kiss asphyxiation. Managing to pull back from the kiss to the sound of Duo's applause and praise for Quatre's technique, Wufei gave his lover a shy smile. “Do you like it?”
Pecking his lover on the cheek, Quatre gave an enthusiastic nod and hugged the boy below him. “I love it Wufei. It's beautiful, like you. And enduring like the way I feel about you. Thank you so much!” He cried as he snuggled himself down against the other youth, tears of joy falling from his bright eyes.
Wufei hugged his lover to his chest and nuzzled the blonde locks before him. “I'm glad you like it.” He whispered pressing a kiss into the silken hair his face was buried in. He lived for moments like this, when he wasn't on a mission for the Preventers and his love wasn't away doing work for WEI and they could be together. The holiday only made that time more precious for him and he was grateful again that his lover had had the courage after the Eve War and his stupidity to admit that he was in love with him.
Quatre peeked up through his bangs to see two shiny teardrops slide down Wufei's face as the Asian youth looked down at him. He cuddled closer to his lover, leaving the other presents for later. He wanted to stay cozy close with his dragon for a bit and revel in the love he could feel flowing from his somewhat aloof lover and kiss away the tears that were tracking their way down aristocratic cheeks. No, presents could wait, he had a dragon to love for a bit and that was more important than any gift, save for the rose clutched tight in his hand. More tears spilled from his eyes as Wufei titled his face up and placed a gentle, chaste kiss against his lips and whispered how he loved him in his own native tongue. It was a perfect Christmas for Quatre in that moment and he let the tears fall freely and held tight to his lover. There would be time later for everything else and right now was time to sit with his quiet heart and be loved.
Tears slipped from his eyes, but Wufei didn't care at the moment. No, he was enjoying the joy and happiness that was radiating from his lover and he could care less about appearing weak or anything of the like when his sweet one was in his arms. Saying a silent prayer to the gods of his youth he hugged Quatre and curled the slimmer youth into his arms, settling back in the plush rocking chair and simply enjoyed being there with the Arabian. Eyes sliding closed he could feel his love relax and start to fall asleep in his arms and that seemed the perfect for the moment they were in to end and he let himself drift too breathing in harmony with the other boy and the gentle sway of the chair. The others could finish the present opening, falling into the arms of Morpheus with Quatre in his arms was a far better present than anything else the material world could offer and that is what he did.
It was Duo who ushered his lovers out of the room and left the other two to be alone in dreamland and as he left himself, he couldn't help the grin on his face. “Merry Christmas guys.” He said softly as he flicked on the tree lights and turned out the overhead, before following after his own lovers to enjoy the hearty brunch the kitchen staff had left.