Drabble for Anne
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misanagi*cuddles you* I hope you feel better.
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There were a few simple things Quatre found comforting, like warm fuzzy socks on a cold day, or a good cup of coffee when he woke up in the morning. Those were the things that put a smile on his face. However, Quatre knew that if he was forced to, he would be able to give those things up. Actually, he had gone a whole day without coffee just to prove a point. He was strong and determined like that.
There was one thing, however, Quatre knew, just knew he couldn't live without.
He could go through the day knowing that he would see Trowa when he got home. He bared the out of town conferences only because he would talk to Trowa every night, hear his voice and see his smile. Trowa didn't need to be there to be with Quatre, but if he was, all the better.
Trowa was too many things; a mix of simple and complex comforts that Quatre refused to give up.
And the only thing that had helped Quatre through that day without coffee was the thought of coming home and falling asleep in Trowa's arms. He was loved and in love like that.
Things
There were a few simple things Quatre found comforting, like warm fuzzy socks on a cold day, or a good cup of coffee when he woke up in the morning. Those were the things that put a smile on his face. However, Quatre knew that if he was forced to, he would be able to give those things up. Actually, he had gone a whole day without coffee just to prove a point. He was strong and determined like that.
There was one thing, however, Quatre knew, just knew he couldn't live without.
He could go through the day knowing that he would see Trowa when he got home. He bared the out of town conferences only because he would talk to Trowa every night, hear his voice and see his smile. Trowa didn't need to be there to be with Quatre, but if he was, all the better.
Trowa was too many things; a mix of simple and complex comforts that Quatre refused to give up.
And the only thing that had helped Quatre through that day without coffee was the thought of coming home and falling asleep in Trowa's arms. He was loved and in love like that.
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Date: 2006-09-01 02:13 am (UTC)♥
Simple and lovely, Mis.
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Date: 2006-09-01 02:50 am (UTC)I love this, just love it. *smiles* Trowa is Quatre's comfort.
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