| Author's Note: Who here likes mindless 3+4 sap? I do, I do! Well, that's basically all that this is. Blame it on the sunshine and flowers and all the happy stuff... but then it turns into a lime... and there really isn't much plot either, but whatever. I even put in a quotey thingamajigit... one of my favorite poems. WARNINGS: YAOI! Okay, YAOI LIME! As in two GUYS having SEX.. WITH EACH OTHER! I cannot stress this enough people! So much sap, it may induce toothaches, vomiting, or screams of "AWWWWWWW!!!!" Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Trowa, or Quatre.. no matter how much I'd like to. ;_; I do however own this story, so if you'd like it for display purposes on your site etc.. just e-mail me, you know the drill: [email protected], 'cause it really isn't an option ya' know. ~* ~* ~* "To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour." William Blake "Auguries of Innocence" (1803) ~* Eternity in an Hour Across the April sky, colours blended and mixed. Crimson, orange, yellow, violet; a varied and vivid palette that gave it a supernatural effect. The warm sun was slowly sinking into the deep valley beyond. Everything was silent, calm and serene. But, within the secreted grove, by the shimmering lake where the supple aspen branches and wispey leaves bent and twisted in the breeze, and the cherry blossoms where loosing the last of their petals to the winds gentle breathe, where the daffodils and tulips where large, and the lilacs just budding, a blind-folded teenager was being led by his love down the twisted pathway and through the trees. There was a certain perfection that embraced them, the sweet oblivion of the rising shadows and the refreshing, earthy scent. The wind that brushed through the leaves and their hair, and the crystal, enigmatic water below. The blind-folded one looked up at the taller boy and giggled, "Trowa, where are we going anyways?" "Patience Quatre, patience." replied the mysterious Trowa. "Well honestly Trowa, I thought you said that we where going somewhere special tonight." Quatre pouted. Trowa stopped and deftly untied the piece of blue silk. It was ever so gently removed from the blonde's eyes. The view before him stole away his breathe for a few moments. It was nothing short of gorgeous... perfect even. "Trowa!" Quatre twirled around "Where did you discover such a beautiful place?" The unibanged boy smiled teasingly, "That's a secret." Quatre just looked around awestruck as Trowa seated him and Quatre onto the soft mossy bank, elevated only a little higher than the lake. They sat for a while, in wonder. Eventually, making the first move, Trowa kicked off his own shoes and socks, then removed Quatre's, one piece at a time, "This is what I feel everytime I touch you." He brushed the other's feet against the soft moss. Quatre stared at Trowa, who continued. He covered Quatre's eyes, "This is what I hear whenever you speak." The wind breathed through the trees, the leaves whistled soft, rhythmic tunes long forgotten. Trowa removed his hand's from Quatre's eyes to reveal the glistening lake, "And this is what I see whenever I look into your eyes." Quatre gazed at the lake, then abruptly turned his eyes to Trowa's. He looked at Trowa whose face was hopeful and strangely solemn. An underlying sorrow seemed to generate from him. "Oh, Trowa!" The Arabian pounced him, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face into his neck, reveling in the natural scent that was Trowa. The Heavy-arms pilot wrapped his arms around the petite framed other, and kissed him. "I have another surprise to show you beloved." Quatre sat back upon his knees, the waning sunlight reflected in his face, making him look even more vibrant and youthful. Shadows playing in the trees. Slowly it seemed to the impatient fifteen year-old, Trowa drew a small red velvet jewelry case from his pocket and opened it to his love, bowing his head. Quatre almost squealed in delight, but didn't want to disturb the perfect peace that hung around the area, instead he just smiled and said "Oh, Trowa!" again, softer this time. It wasn't to large or fancy, but it was the tiny detail that really stood out on the silver aspen leaf shaped pendant. It looked just like the lake! "Watch." Trowa pressed a hidden switch on the side, as if by magic the pendant opened itself up. A soft, delicate tune was emitted from it, also as if by magic. It was so beautiful, Quatre thought he would fall asleep at first. They listened for a great while, eventually Quatre was able to determine a chorus, and four slightly different versus, all the same, but at different speeds and pitches. The first was liquid and smooth. It seemed to flow as nothing he'd ever heard before. Like the emotions from a mother to her child, it soothed greatly, although changed a lot as well. The second livened up, faster and faster at a feverish pace. The fiery, youthful verse didn't last long, but it was among the best he thought. Third verse, this one was slower than all the others so far, it was lower as well. Stately and solid, it was as the earth. The last one was the most wonderful of all he decided. It held secrets of the ages, time.. this one was ancient and vaporous. "That was beautiful, perfect. It sounded like it was made by magic Trowa." "Little one, that's because it was." ~* By now the sky was a deepened, stunning violet. Quatre placed his hand upon Trowa's, "Do you want to?" "Only if you're comfortable with it." "If it was anyone else, I wouldn't be." Trowa nodded their decent onto the ground, placing chaste kisses across the blondes neck as the aforementioned blonde undid his shirt. "Je t'adore Quatre." Trowa said before they sank fully onto the moss blanketed ground in a jumble of body parts, clothing being flung about and tongues searching for the tender, exposed flesh of their lover. Their hormones going insane with lusty desires and dark thoughts, they began the dance of amour. ~* Across the deep black sky, the stars spread randomly. Glowing specks, distant galaxies; a closeness that gave it a supernatural effect. The warm sun had long ago sunk into the deep valley beyond. Everything was silent, cool and serene. But, within the secreted aspen grove, by the shimmering lake where the supple aspen branches and wispey leaves bent and twisted in the breeze, and the cherry blossoms where loosing the last of their petals to the wind, where the daffodils and tulips where large, and the lilacs just budding, two young lovers sat upon the mossy bank. One with his head in the other's lap, recovering from the fit of passion. There was a certain perfection that embraced them, the sweet oblivion of darkness and the refreshing, earthy scent. The wind that brushed through the leaves and their hair, and the crystal, enigmatic water below. fin ~* ~* ~* Mindlessly sappy eh? |