more violent that angsty. Somewhere during Battle for the Cowl)
Tim tried to ignore his name being called out, ducking in and out of the late night shopping crowd to loss his tail but a hand wrapped around his wrist, jerking him back.
“What the fuck Drake? Why are you ducking me?” Bernard’s expression was dark and hard as he pulled Tim into a shadowed corner of the market, throwing the youth against the wall.
Tim took the tirade, his head down as he let Bernard press him against the bricks.
But the lack of reaction only made Bernard angrier. “Three years Drake. Everything goes to fuck at the school and you vanish. Not a fucking word from you! No idea if you’re even alive! Fuck man I thought we were friends. You could have at least said goodbye!”
“No. I couldn’t.” Tim’s voice barely above a whisper.
His broken tone made Bernard check his rage and he leant back, letting the blocked light fall of Tim’s face. The youth right cheek was mottled with bruising, maybe a few days old and a covered wound on the side of his throat oozed blood. “Shit Drake! What happened?”
“Two much...too fast...couldn’t risk seeing you...” Tim drooped in his arms as if fighting to hold himself up. “You should go...before it’s too late...”
“No dice Drake. I’m not leaving you like this.”
“You must.” Tim checked suddenly, seeing something over the blond’s shoulder and pulling Bernard further into the shadows. “You have to go now. Before he sees you.”
“What are you talking about Drake?” Bernard cradled Tim’s cheek, carefully stroking around the bruises. “Whatever it is you’re gotten yourself into I promise I’ll help get you out. We’ll go to the police together. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Tim chuckled bitterly, bringing Bernard’s hand to his lips. “It’s too late for that now. I’m sorry.” He pushed up onto his toes to plant a soft kiss on Bernard’s lips. “I love you Bernard. And I’m sorry. At least this time I got to say goodbye.”
Tim moved to duck back out into the crowd but Bernard caught his wrist, dragging him back in for another kiss, deeper and harder than the first. Tim’s breathing hitched as Bernard pulled him close, pouring years of missed opportunity and regret into that one moment. As they broke for air, Tim broke for cover, vanishing into the crowd in a heartbeat.
As Bernard fell against the wall, eyes closed and his head spinning, Jason slid the knife from his belt and eased himself into the shadows at the blond’s side. “Hello lover-boy.”
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Tim/Bernard, Goodbye for faile_neume
Date: 2010-01-12 04:40 am (UTC)Tim tried to ignore his name being called out, ducking in and out of the late night shopping crowd to loss his tail but a hand wrapped around his wrist, jerking him back.
“What the fuck Drake? Why are you ducking me?” Bernard’s expression was dark and hard as he pulled Tim into a shadowed corner of the market, throwing the youth against the wall.
Tim took the tirade, his head down as he let Bernard press him against the bricks.
But the lack of reaction only made Bernard angrier. “Three years Drake. Everything goes to fuck at the school and you vanish. Not a fucking word from you! No idea if you’re even alive! Fuck man I thought we were friends. You could have at least said goodbye!”
“No. I couldn’t.” Tim’s voice barely above a whisper.
His broken tone made Bernard check his rage and he leant back, letting the blocked light fall of Tim’s face. The youth right cheek was mottled with bruising, maybe a few days old and a covered wound on the side of his throat oozed blood. “Shit Drake! What happened?”
“Two much...too fast...couldn’t risk seeing you...” Tim drooped in his arms as if fighting to hold himself up. “You should go...before it’s too late...”
“No dice Drake. I’m not leaving you like this.”
“You must.” Tim checked suddenly, seeing something over the blond’s shoulder and pulling Bernard further into the shadows. “You have to go now. Before he sees you.”
“What are you talking about Drake?” Bernard cradled Tim’s cheek, carefully stroking around the bruises. “Whatever it is you’re gotten yourself into I promise I’ll help get you out. We’ll go to the police together. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Tim chuckled bitterly, bringing Bernard’s hand to his lips. “It’s too late for that now. I’m sorry.” He pushed up onto his toes to plant a soft kiss on Bernard’s lips. “I love you Bernard. And I’m sorry. At least this time I got to say goodbye.”
Tim moved to duck back out into the crowd but Bernard caught his wrist, dragging him back in for another kiss, deeper and harder than the first. Tim’s breathing hitched as Bernard pulled him close, pouring years of missed opportunity and regret into that one moment. As they broke for air, Tim broke for cover, vanishing into the crowd in a heartbeat.
As Bernard fell against the wall, eyes closed and his head spinning, Jason slid the knife from his belt and eased himself into the shadows at the blond’s side. “Hello lover-boy.”