[mijmeraar] square peg, round hole, pt 1 of 1, 13+

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Title: square peg, round hole.
Characters: BJ/Hawkeye implied [feat. Mulcahy, Radar, Charles and Potter]
Prompt: Shapes.
Word Count: 238
Rating: 13+


Triangle shaped grooves in his skin, where the cross is clasped tight, sweaty palm. Francis will listen, he’ll be the light in the dark; he will never understand.

I love him father. I love him more than I should.

Francis will listen, he won’t talk. He wont’ say, I know. He loves you too.

*

Broken lines in the dirt from a nervous toe; he shouldn’t be here, they always make three a crowd. Radar can hear the words they won’t say;

We’re best friends. No, listen. We’re best friends.

Words like Korean: foreign and strange and unknown.

*

As the record spins circles, all melody, his bunkmates dance about each other; the proverbial elephant centre stage. Charles can barely muster indifference.

It’s not. It is. It’s whatever. It’s all I have.

Charles plays Mozart while they play games.

*

The canvas is square and all wrong; all four walls and nowhere to move. Potter tries yellows, and blues and purples; Potter tries every colour and fails.

He’s too much; it’s too hard to look. It’s harder to look away.

Whatever they are, it cannot be painted.

*

He holds them in his hands, all blood and valves and flesh. He feels them pulsing and it’s like having control. His own is a trinket, a shape; pastel red and fake.

I love him. I love him more than I should.

His own heart isn’t his own at all.