||[Sep. 6th, 2005|09:11 pm]
The Gary/John Fic Challenge
Ahem, wrote this in five minutes this morning in a very strange mood. Do forgive me for it.|
John stood up languidly and stretched, thinking himself alone until-
“relaxed then, John? You looked so cherubic there, content. In the day you’re like a cat on the prowl, all alert- every muscle tensed.”
John had stopped blinking by the end of this prose, words lightly tossed into the air for him to catch, and was visibly shrinking himself into his suit of armour, his extra-strong skin.
“How did you get in here?”- resigned sighs falling quietly from his mouth.
“Yes, I’m not quite sure myself. Took quite a long time too. Getting the door unlocked and dislodging the chair you’d twisted under the handle. Gave me a lot of trouble, you did. Still, I managed it without lifting you from your slumber- and I’m glad I did. Like I said, you look so peaceful asleep, like somebody’s finally lifted that weight off your shoulders.”
John was frowning, deep furrows etching themselves familiarly across his face.
“Why do you do that John? Your look of tension, like you’d prefer to be anywhere else, it writes itself across you whenever you’re on stage. I’ve seen you playing when you thought no-one could see you. Is it only for players you perform?”