Title: The Lost
Author: mispel
E-mail: mispel9yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Summary: Things have progressed for Will and Geoff. Geoff waits for Will.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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Branches crossed overhead, and the sun's rays came in sharply between them. A patch of sunlight outlined dancing leaves on the ground. Geoff watched them, above and below, two places at once. The leaves high above, and their shadow held down, pinned to the ground by the light.
Geoff walked the forest floor. Twigs and leaves crunched under his feet. This was where it usually happened when they were on the road. One of them would walk off, and the other would follow soon after and join him. Sometimes, one would hide making the other search for him and chase him down.
Really, William was like a child. Completely lacking in sophistication. Unlike Geoff. He only played these games to indulge Will and hid only because waiting to be found made his heart beat so fast he felt dizzy. When William pounced on him, Geoff would melt with helpless laughter. His body - overcome by William's sudden nearness - turning liquid, threatening to disappear into the grass like spilled water. But it didn't - William would take hold of him, so solid, panting as he looked down. Then the danger was that Geoff would be set on fire from that gaze.
There was always danger. William would place a hand over his mouth and tell him to keep quiet. Not that he was a quiet one when they got into it. William was the screamer and that was the truth. If anyone ever caught them it will be because of him. Not Geoff. He didn't lose his head. Just sometimes, he couldn't breathe, and thought he might pass out.
William wasn't there yet, so Geoff walked on knowing that the farther they were from camp the more they would dare to do. More of their clothes would be shed. Their voices would reach out and up through the trees like they wanted the angels in heaven to hear them.
Trees grew thicker and taller here. Sunlight only came down in spots, scattered on the ground like dropped coins. The air was cooler. Geoff didn't know what lay ahead. If William didn't find him soon, Geoff thought he might get lost. Wander the old forests forever. One day William might find him, jump out from behind a tree and wrestle him to the ground. They would roll in the sunlight. And they would be lost.
Geoff looked back. Will wasn't in sight yet. Tree trunks were stuck into the ground like columns. The light was strangely gray between them, like the branches above had stolen all the color from it. Maybe this time Will wouldn't follow. What they did could be considered a small thing, something to pass the time. Like playing at cards. It could cost you dearly, but in the end it was only a game you played till something better came along. After all the card playing, Geoff was a writer. And Sir William wouldn't want to be lost to the world.
The end