FIC: Still
Sep. 9th, 2010 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bewizeTitle: Still
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Mello/Matt
Prompt: Written forelwing_alcyone at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fic_promptly for the prompt: Death Note, Mello/Matt, nothing turned out the way they thought it would
Warnings: Unbetad.
Rating: Spoilers hinted at, I suppose.
Summary: There were moments, not many, but memorable, where Mello stilled.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: So, I've not written much in months. And I miss it. So ficlets are the rule of the day!
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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There were moments, not many, but memorable, where Mello stilled. His mind slowed and his insatiable drive to win eased enough to allow him to just be.
It was a moment like that when Matt realized he would literally follow Mello to the gates of hell and jump first if need be. The hotel room that they shared was not conducive to serenity. There were chocolate package wrappers tossed indiscriminately around the room, take away boxes with remnants of food stacked on the desk, and stolen video games and gaming systems lined against the wall. The maids had long since abandoned them to their own filth, chased away by Mello's sharp tongue.
Matt, eyes locked on the video game he played, noticed a sudden stillness come over the room. Automatically, he hit the pause button and turned to see Mello staring at him intently. And no one did intent like Mello.
Wordlessly, Mello crossed the room and plucked the game controller from Matt's hands before throwing it to the floor. He leaned in and Matt wrapped his fingers in Mello's shirt, pulling him closer. Mello leaned down until his forehead rested against Matt's and the he just stilled, puffing little warm chocolate-scented breaths against Matt's lips.
Later, Mello slept against Matt's arms and Matt stared at the ceiling. He may not have had Mello or Near's brains, but he had grown up at Whammy's House and he wasn't stupid. He and Mello couldn't hide in their hotel cocoon forever and the odds were almost insurmountable that they would both die.
The first day he'd Mello, all those years ago, he certainly hadn't foreseen this ending. But then again, he wouldn't' have changed anything anyway.
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Mello/Matt
Prompt: Written for
elwing_alcyone at fic_promptly for the prompt: Death Note, Mello/Matt, nothing turned out the way they thought it wouldWarnings: Unbetad.
Rating: Spoilers hinted at, I suppose.
Summary: There were moments, not many, but memorable, where Mello stilled.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: So, I've not written much in months. And I miss it. So ficlets are the rule of the day!
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
*************
There were moments, not many, but memorable, where Mello stilled. His mind slowed and his insatiable drive to win eased enough to allow him to just be.
It was a moment like that when Matt realized he would literally follow Mello to the gates of hell and jump first if need be. The hotel room that they shared was not conducive to serenity. There were chocolate package wrappers tossed indiscriminately around the room, take away boxes with remnants of food stacked on the desk, and stolen video games and gaming systems lined against the wall. The maids had long since abandoned them to their own filth, chased away by Mello's sharp tongue.
Matt, eyes locked on the video game he played, noticed a sudden stillness come over the room. Automatically, he hit the pause button and turned to see Mello staring at him intently. And no one did intent like Mello.
Wordlessly, Mello crossed the room and plucked the game controller from Matt's hands before throwing it to the floor. He leaned in and Matt wrapped his fingers in Mello's shirt, pulling him closer. Mello leaned down until his forehead rested against Matt's and the he just stilled, puffing little warm chocolate-scented breaths against Matt's lips.
Later, Mello slept against Matt's arms and Matt stared at the ceiling. He may not have had Mello or Near's brains, but he had grown up at Whammy's House and he wasn't stupid. He and Mello couldn't hide in their hotel cocoon forever and the odds were almost insurmountable that they would both die.
The first day he'd Mello, all those years ago, he certainly hadn't foreseen this ending. But then again, he wouldn't' have changed anything anyway.