volatile - sean/elijah. yeah. astin. i give up.

[marginalia]

originally for the lotrips100 quotation challenge, but i overshot. by. um. 100. so, here's a double drabble. two quotes (well, one quote and one dialogue snippet) from the english patient, of all things.



sean's already tidying the room when elijah awakes, and for a moment elijah considers feigning sleep until sean leaves. he has to leave, elijah reasons, he can't spend the rest of his life fussing around a hotel room, cleaning up everything except the words that are hanging in the air.

elijah had taken sean rough and fierce, spoken words sharp and cutting. when they collapsed in separate beds, sean's words came so soft elijah wished he had imagined them. do you think you are the only one who feels anything?

but now it's morning, and elijah drags himself from the bed, blinks against the words drifting through the sunlight and sean's back, rigid. elijah fights the urge to go to him, slip his arms around him, interlaced fingers on his warm sam-belly. instead he makes for the shower, lets the water pound and cleanse, transitory heat.

when he finally leaves the safety of the bathroom, sean is gone. elijah reaches for his cell phone, placed neatly on his folded jeans, and dials.

sean answers without checking the id. elijah's voice is ice. i just wanted you to know i'm not missing you yet.

sean hangs up. whispers. you will.

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