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[turps]

Thought I'd better get these finished. This one's for suzw71 who wanted Trickyfish making up after an argument, which it is, sort of.

I've gone back to a real ficlet length for these too, no more getting carried away *g*




It’s easy to say harsh words in the heat of the moment. Past hurts and half remembered disappointments, dusted off and yelled with no thoughts to potential damage.

It’s easy to turn on the one you love. Throw their faults in their face and hear the same in return until you stand red-faced and furious, wondering why you even bother.

It’s easy to scream and yell and storm away, wondering what you’re arguing about but too mad to ask.

It’s easy to do all these things. Too easy sometimes when you’re both tired, overworked and desperate to be alone. Without phone-calls and commitments that never seem to end. They both fight to win, have sharp tongues that slice into unprotected emotions. Chris red-hot and raging, Lance cool and furious, two opposites with the same objective; to win at all costs.

It’s easy to start an argument. The hard part is ending it; something Lance knows first hand as he slowly walks toward the kitchen. He imagines he can still hear the words that float in the air, tainting the atmosphere with bitterness and scorn. Shivering slightly, he rubs his arms, then stands in the doorway and watches.

Chris is at the table, newspaper spread in front of him, but he doesn’t read. He’s holding his head in his hands, elbows on the table, back hunched as if he’s carrying the world on his shoulders. He’s a picture of misery, and, argument forgotten, Lance hurries into the room, bending and wrapping his arms around him so they’re plastered together.

The chair back digs in Lance’s stomach and gelled hair scratches against his cheek, but he doesn’t move. Just stands motionless, feeling Chris breathe.

“I’m sorry,” Chris says, and Lance feels him take a deep breath. “I didn’t mean any of it.”

“I know,” Lance replies softly. “Neither did I.”

They stay like that, neither moving or speaking. The argument is over this time, but if Lance listens he can still hear its echo. Because even as they deny it now, they both know the words were meant, and they lie underneath their love, deadly sharp and waiting to strike.

Comments

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's it exactly. I felt bad writing this but the fact is ficlets shouldn't end up thousands of words *g*

[xoverau.livejournal.com]

Well, and it's kind of a challenge to me as a writer to make them short. Lincoln always said he could talk extemporaneously for four hours, would have to prep for a day to talk for two hours, would have to prep for a week to talk for an hour, and would take two weeks to prep for a half hour. :)