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Look it's orignal and non-slash!
Marvel and be amazed. Oh, and be warned. This contains incest. Which for the record I neither condone nor disapprove of. Merely a passing thought blip.
Just a Glance in a Window
PG-13
What you might have seen beneath the surface.
Look there, through that window. You'll catch a glimpse as you drive by. They press their bed against their picture cut glass and let passing breeze in. She sleeps with her head on his chest, his arm thrown loosely over her bare back and in the dark, there is nothing particular about them to see.
If it were only a little lighter, perhaps you would remark on their hair. They share an unusual shade of deep red that shades towards brown, glinting golden maroon in stray beams of light. Otherwise, they are not remarkably alike. She is the type of curvy that suggests a tendency to run to fat while he is trim. Her features are dainty and his nose snubs upward.
If you had met them, at a party of mutual friend perhaps, you would have been struck by how soft spoken he is. His words are rare and when he speaks it always sounds like he is running out of breath. She is the mouthpiece with quick jokes and stories that build an aura of normalcy around them. You would think them a charming couple and obviously in love. Just look at how he reaches to touch her hand or how she blushes when he compliments her.
Had you continued to see them on occasion, you would start to look for cracks, flaws in this seemingly perfect relationship. After all, you know that no matter how good a marriage is, ups and downs are only to be expected. You'd notice that they have no children, make not mention of planning to. When you talk about your own brood, he looks distant and she feigns distance. They rarely speak of their families. You and your spouse imagine up all sorts of possibilities on your drive home from one dinner or another. Maybe religious differences or some scandal. An abortion, you say in hushed whispers, even though no one can hear you. That must be it.
But still, they are perfectly lovely and you might keep them as friends for a long time. You will watch them live out the years in their house with the big bay window in the bedroom. They come to all your mile stone events. They see your son in his school play, pick up your daughter from soccer practice when you get stuck in traffic and they throw a party for your thirtieth anniversary. You throw one for theirs.
And still in all that time, you'd never ever know what lurks underneath the long silences and distant looks. Maybe, if you should out live them both, you'll find the pieces of the puzzle in the attic of the house. Maybe you'll be disgusted or touched. Maybe both.
She was adopted by a couple in early retirement. They taught her how to cook, sew and made sure she grew up healthy. By the end of her college years, she had inherited a small fortune and a passion for the eccentric.
He grew up with an aunt, an uncle, four cousins and a dog. Mostly he read a lot. In high school, he joined a swim team and made a few select friends. In college, they took him to a party and told him he just had to meet this girl.
They would tell her that she had to get out more, that her artwork was suffering and besides, this guy was perfect for her.
They meet. They talk, they have meals together see movies. They fall in love and talk about moving in together. They sit on the couch one night, the long strands of their strangely shaded hair mingling together and watch Star Wars.
"I've known." Says Leia to Luke. "Somehow, I've always known."
Their fingers are intertwined and glancing down, they notice the peculiar mirror of their fingers. She presses her ear to his chest and hears the heart beat that has beaten in tandem with hers for time immemorial.
They question it. They leave each other for a time when the truth unravels as it is prone to do. They try to got their separate ways. But how can they when genetics or destiny or their very compatibility conspires against them? She flees to the city and sees him in her favorite bookstore. A gentleman, he leaves only to come upon her a month later on his favorite park walk.
Four times, that's one more then is customarily necessary, they turn from each other like strangers. Four times, they come only close enough for the bond between them to flare.
On the fifth, they give in together. Their wedding is small. You'll find the picture in and among their attic belongings. Their friends don't know their secret, so they stand all smiles in and among white roses. Her family is gone, his suspicious, but reluctant to talk about what has gone unspoken for so long. His mother is stiff, her eyes go straight ahead and she does not speak to the glowing bride. They don't speak to his family much afterwards, a few yellowing Christmas cards.
Maybe in that attic you'll have to face your own suspicions and fears of your good friends all those long years. Maybe...
But no.
Because you are just driving by on a clear night. You only spy this couple, glinting red gold in the moonlight. You will not know.
Yet even as you travel on, you wanderer, you random passerby. Even so you go, you somehow know that you have seen something rare and perhaps just a little beautiful.
Just a Glance in a Window
PG-13
What you might have seen beneath the surface.
Look there, through that window. You'll catch a glimpse as you drive by. They press their bed against their picture cut glass and let passing breeze in. She sleeps with her head on his chest, his arm thrown loosely over her bare back and in the dark, there is nothing particular about them to see.
If it were only a little lighter, perhaps you would remark on their hair. They share an unusual shade of deep red that shades towards brown, glinting golden maroon in stray beams of light. Otherwise, they are not remarkably alike. She is the type of curvy that suggests a tendency to run to fat while he is trim. Her features are dainty and his nose snubs upward.
If you had met them, at a party of mutual friend perhaps, you would have been struck by how soft spoken he is. His words are rare and when he speaks it always sounds like he is running out of breath. She is the mouthpiece with quick jokes and stories that build an aura of normalcy around them. You would think them a charming couple and obviously in love. Just look at how he reaches to touch her hand or how she blushes when he compliments her.
Had you continued to see them on occasion, you would start to look for cracks, flaws in this seemingly perfect relationship. After all, you know that no matter how good a marriage is, ups and downs are only to be expected. You'd notice that they have no children, make not mention of planning to. When you talk about your own brood, he looks distant and she feigns distance. They rarely speak of their families. You and your spouse imagine up all sorts of possibilities on your drive home from one dinner or another. Maybe religious differences or some scandal. An abortion, you say in hushed whispers, even though no one can hear you. That must be it.
But still, they are perfectly lovely and you might keep them as friends for a long time. You will watch them live out the years in their house with the big bay window in the bedroom. They come to all your mile stone events. They see your son in his school play, pick up your daughter from soccer practice when you get stuck in traffic and they throw a party for your thirtieth anniversary. You throw one for theirs.
And still in all that time, you'd never ever know what lurks underneath the long silences and distant looks. Maybe, if you should out live them both, you'll find the pieces of the puzzle in the attic of the house. Maybe you'll be disgusted or touched. Maybe both.
She was adopted by a couple in early retirement. They taught her how to cook, sew and made sure she grew up healthy. By the end of her college years, she had inherited a small fortune and a passion for the eccentric.
He grew up with an aunt, an uncle, four cousins and a dog. Mostly he read a lot. In high school, he joined a swim team and made a few select friends. In college, they took him to a party and told him he just had to meet this girl.
They would tell her that she had to get out more, that her artwork was suffering and besides, this guy was perfect for her.
They meet. They talk, they have meals together see movies. They fall in love and talk about moving in together. They sit on the couch one night, the long strands of their strangely shaded hair mingling together and watch Star Wars.
"I've known." Says Leia to Luke. "Somehow, I've always known."
Their fingers are intertwined and glancing down, they notice the peculiar mirror of their fingers. She presses her ear to his chest and hears the heart beat that has beaten in tandem with hers for time immemorial.
They question it. They leave each other for a time when the truth unravels as it is prone to do. They try to got their separate ways. But how can they when genetics or destiny or their very compatibility conspires against them? She flees to the city and sees him in her favorite bookstore. A gentleman, he leaves only to come upon her a month later on his favorite park walk.
Four times, that's one more then is customarily necessary, they turn from each other like strangers. Four times, they come only close enough for the bond between them to flare.
On the fifth, they give in together. Their wedding is small. You'll find the picture in and among their attic belongings. Their friends don't know their secret, so they stand all smiles in and among white roses. Her family is gone, his suspicious, but reluctant to talk about what has gone unspoken for so long. His mother is stiff, her eyes go straight ahead and she does not speak to the glowing bride. They don't speak to his family much afterwards, a few yellowing Christmas cards.
Maybe in that attic you'll have to face your own suspicions and fears of your good friends all those long years. Maybe...
But no.
Because you are just driving by on a clear night. You only spy this couple, glinting red gold in the moonlight. You will not know.
Yet even as you travel on, you wanderer, you random passerby. Even so you go, you somehow know that you have seen something rare and perhaps just a little beautiful.