Okay, so I've got writers block for Aftermath, and life has kept me from actually writing more on it. (Yes, unlike most of the people on this site, I have a life, and do not wish to squander it writing fanfics that no one probably even reads anymore.) BUT! But but but. I have a little gift for everyone waiting, and for all Graystripe x Silverstream shippers out there: A collection of Gray x Silver snippets! FWEE! (considering I used to hate this pairing, be thankful) These were inspired by the English translation of Starry Heavens, from Tales of Symphonia (If you haven't heard that song, LISTEN TO IT, and then find the English translation. It fits), and the first one is sort of based on the thought of what the two of them are surely thinking during their (ahem) courtship. Enjoy!
They both know they can never tell.
He's certain that Fireheart already knows – certain not in the relief of one who has released a heavy burden from one's shoulders, but certain in the kind of sureness that latches icy claws onto one's stomach and flips it about until the terror and nausea is overwhelming. She doesn't have the misfortune of feeling the same fear as he, but somehow having her own secret safe and bound – kept from even Mistyfoot, her best friend, her closest confidante – adds to the tension.
Yet somehow there's a thrill to the fear, a certain sensation like no other in sneaking around in the shadows. Somehow they both can find the courage to keep their mouths shut – although for him it's a little hard considering his outgoing nature and closeness to his friends – and be together.
Because they both know telling the truth of their illicit romance, praying the consequences will be quick and painless, will mean social death and possible even exile for the both of them.
It must always be a secret.
Normally secrets are great fun for the sharers. Normally secrets are a cause for joy and laughter, and not hot gossip as its negative side would lead some to believe. Normally when someone outside of the enlightened group asks, with a tilt of the head and a gleam of curiosity in the eye, asks about what has been shared, the cats who know exchange a glance and laugh.
The secret shared between these two lovers, though, isn't the fun kind; the kind to joke about when insomnia drives one to the need for conversation.
Never has been, and – somewhat to their everlasting sorrow – never can be.
But of course they like to deny that. But of course they keep it going, even though the only path it can go down leads to misery.
Is it fun, to sneak around in the iciness of the shadows, to keep secrets from their closest friends and family, to make up excuses just to get a slight agonizing glimpse of one another? Holy mother of StarClan, no.
Does it provide them with the proper thrills, chills, murmurs and breathy whispers of love as they let themselves be dragged by the undertow of passion and pleasure? Perhaps.
But they know they care about one another. More than the earth loves the warmth of the sun, this is certain.
And maybe that will be enough to get them through in the end.
So? Good? Great? Awesome? Flame-worthy? Tell me in a review. The next drabble will probably be up soon, considering I've got it about half done and a million other ideas percolating in my head.