Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Field of Grass ❯ A Field of Grass ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: hostilecrayon 
Sometimes the evidence of peace after times of war is as simple as a nap in a field of grass.
Gundam Wing is owned by Hajime Yatate and Yoshiyuki Tomino.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Children's | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 05.13.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 208 | Visits: 710 | Status: Completed
Sometimes the evidence of peace after times of war is as simple as a nap in a field of grass.
Gundam Wing is owned by Hajime Yatate and Yoshiyuki Tomino.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Children's | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 05.13.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 208 | Visits: 710 | Status: Completed
I saw a picture done by natea21 today, and I was instantly inspired. Check it out: http://natea21.livejournal.com/72296.html
I seriously just could not help myself. So this drabble is for natea21. I hope you like it. Sorta 2+1ish. Mostly just gen, though.
A Field of Grass
I found him sleeping in the field. I don't know how long I stood there watching him. The sun danced across his skin, tracing golden trails of olive silk. His hair was wild; dandilions framed his face. He was in his old tank top and a pair of jeans, his bare feet comfortably nestled in the grass. But what spoke to me the most was his posture.
One arm slung across his stomach, the other behind his head, one knee bent ever so slightly; he was the picture of relaxed. I smiled at his sleeping form and left him in the grass.
The day Heero Yuy can sleep in a field of grass without a care in the world is the day I know we've finally achieved what we fought for.
I seriously just could not help myself. So this drabble is for natea21. I hope you like it. Sorta 2+1ish. Mostly just gen, though.
A Field of Grass
I found him sleeping in the field. I don't know how long I stood there watching him. The sun danced across his skin, tracing golden trails of olive silk. His hair was wild; dandilions framed his face. He was in his old tank top and a pair of jeans, his bare feet comfortably nestled in the grass. But what spoke to me the most was his posture.
One arm slung across his stomach, the other behind his head, one knee bent ever so slightly; he was the picture of relaxed. I smiled at his sleeping form and left him in the grass.
The day Heero Yuy can sleep in a field of grass without a care in the world is the day I know we've finally achieved what we fought for.