Ooh, yes! I can’t wait to read that. Lestat is hard to convince of what’s going on right now, so hopefully that’ll make him understand. Maverick is just an absolute mess though.. poor guy. I think we’re all emotional over this ❤
Awww poor Maverick! Yeah, we all are but hey, that’s not bad though, right? It’s seriously been too long! Hopefully Lestat can be convinced real soon. :) This is the most that I have been able to write for people in a while but you’re just helping to bring it out in me and I thank you for that!
Maverick felt only the guilt of having shut out the man he loved all those months ago, without knowledge of why he had done so. There had been a number of problems between the two of them, but he had never taken into account how damaging that might have been. To him, it was impossible to forget the love he had given, as well as the love he had received. Ice was and always would be the reason he continued living, even if it meant that he could only want him from afar, suffering in silence for the rest of his days because he messed up so bad. In all the time they’d known one another, they had managed to fight over the craziest of things - the last argument being one that saw their bond break and he couldn’t bear it. No matter the tasks he took on to keep himself occupied, it was never enough. His heart was hurting, and he felt every pang of torment every time it flooded through him.
Engaging in combat was no more a distraction than engaging in conversation and the pilot could not longer endure the grief weighing his shoulders down, but he kept his turmoil well away from his comrades for fear of causing a rift. Some knew of the troubles he was facing, but there were many in the dark about it and he preferred to keep it that way. It was easier to cope alone, he figured. There was no one else to turn to now Goose wasn’t around - nor an unyielding urge to talk out his problems with Ice - the one one he just couldn’t communicate with anymore. The hope he once held for reconciliation had faded a while ago. As far as he was concerned, Ice was out of his life and he would never be coming back. His ridiculously, pathetic act of screwing up the best thing that had ever happened to him tore into his soul - he couldn’t breathe half the time and chose, for his own safety as well as others, not to get up in the air to fly it off. It was dangerous territory now and had been for months. Now, all of his worries seemed to pile up, the more he allowed himself to stress, but he knew no other way of coping. It ate at him, gnawed on his emotions and gave him little peace.
Naturally, it came as quite a shock to the system when he was no longer standing alone at the front of Ice’s home. There he stood, looking no different than he had months prior and it tugged on Mav’s heartstrings something terrible. He didn’t take a moment to think on what he longed to do - it had been far too long for second guessing at this point. Ice’s mumbled and somewhat incoherent words phased him none; he was too overcome with love and all the admiration he hadn’t been able to pour over him in a long time. “Tom…” was all he found himself capable of and without any need for delay, he stepped forward in a bit of a hurry with absolutely no intention of holding back. Closing the distance between them, he stumbled a little as he pushed Ice through the doorway, locking lips with him perhaps a little too quickly given the loud smack that followed. But he didn’t care — Ice had to know his feelings hadn’t changed, no matter the length of time they had been apart, and the best way to tell him, was to show him instead.
Flying was all that Ice could do to forget. Without Maverick to hold or be held by, safety could only be found hauling across the sky. Keeping it together on missions was not easy though, as they had to communicate with one another for the sake of their task as well as the lives of everyone counting on them. At first it was like how it used to be, strained and unwilling to cooperate with Maverick, but as the anger receeded, all Ice found himself doing when combating against enemy forces that wanted to take Maverick out was to defend the one his heart could never really let go of. He loved Maverick completely, intensely, and that would never end just because of a few problems.
It wasn’t just Maverick who had screwed up, but Ice as well and in fact, he mostly blamed himself for everything that had gone wrong. Maverick had gone through some extremely tough things, things that he was so immensely scared of himself that he had no idea on how to handle the situation. After the dust had settled though, the more Ice longed for Maverick. What he wouldn’t give just to see that warm smile of his; the one that cleared the storms and made life possible. He missed those eyes that invited him in on those lonely days and that warmth of his body that told him that he was not alone.
And now there he stood, that man who would always hold his heart and for a moment, Ice had no idea what to say. There were so many things that he had been wanting to say, to explain… and then, Maverick kissed him.
Ice did not recoil nor did he try to stop what had happened. Instead he drew Maverick into his house, wrapping him in his arms and returning that kiss with every bit of passion that had been stored up for the last few months. There was no need to remind his lips on what to do, for they knew Maverick well and would not let him go until Maverick knew without a singular doubt that the feeling was not just reciprocated but truly desired.
Ice pulled away to whisper, “I’ve missed you so much, Pete. I never stopped loving you and I am so, so sorry for what I said and did. I love you, Pete. I love you.” Bringing his face closer to Maverick’s, Nice nuzzled him fondly and tried to hold back the tears that were quickly forming in his eyes. His fingers traced Maverick’s cheek and jaw, remembering him entirely by heart and wishing for them to never part again.
I can barely handle this, omg. This is the best thing that’s happened in a long, long time *-*
Me too! My muses are crying right now! Once I finish replying here I’m going to drop you a little something from Valdar and I apologise if it’s short! Getting him to say something other than just tears is a struggle.
There was a nagging numbness in the pilots chest that would not fade, no matter the kind of medical attention he received over his complaints. Time had been wasted visiting more than several clinics on and around the base and still, no one was any the wiser. It had occurred to him a number of times that this pain he felt might very well be in relation to his loss- but then he would have to confess and open up to all his sadness and he didn’t much like the idea of appearing weak. That mistake almost ruined his career in the past and he was not prepared for it to happen again. That horrid accident in which he lost Goose would forever haunt him; it was just one of those things, unfortunately. And this new problem he had would do the same unless he took notice and got to the root of it, before it got worse.
Maverick knew full well the reason behind this dull ache, but he had no sure way of treating it anymore. He didn’t believe Ice would even bother to look at him again, nevermind talk to him. And he wouldn’t blame him in the slightest; he had messed up big time, so much so, no apology could have mended what was broken. His regret hung over him like a gloomy little raincloud and at any moment, it threatened to pour down on the bursts of happiness he found throughout each day. But it was never really enough for him to be truly happy. There would only ever be one cure for his wounded heart and at this point, he believed he didn’t stand a chance, so what was the point? Nothing seemed worth the struggle anymore.
Taking chances was something Mav did often and this was no different, but all the courage he once had, had been zapped to pieces since losing the only man he had ever loved, and wanted to spend forever with. The ride to the place he hoped Ice would be was terrifying for him, but he made it anyway, knowing he would spend the rest of his days wondering, if he didn’t try now. He pulled up outside the beach house and stumbled off of his bike. Emotions were overflowing as he strolled toward the side door and gave a pretty heavy knock, more than a couple of times, wanting to be heard. “Ice… you around?” he called out, though his voice was soft, perhaps too quiet to be noticed above the roaring waves.
The only thing that could be done in the months that followed was for Ice to keep busy. It wasn’t so easy considering that in winter, even here, there wasn’t many opportunities to go skydiving. There were some and it kept Ice busy enough to where he could spend a lot of time there than being around base. The burger joint he loved to go to was now visited only rarely because whenever he went there, all he could think about was him. In fact, wherever Ice went, no matter where he hid, the only person he could think about was Maverick. So much pain lingered in his heart that for a time, Ice did consider asking for a transfer but held off, still hoping that maybe, just maybe things would get better.
As the weeks turned into months, Ice found normality again especially with spring. Flying was about the only thing that could really take his mind completely away from the undying fact that his heart still belonged to Maverick and though Maverick didn’t seem to want anything to do with him again, Ice would continue silently loving him anyways. Perhaps, with time, they could be friends again, and this hope Ice clung to daily. Many times he considered going up to Maverick and just talking to him, but nothing he could come up with sounded decent. Sometimes he caught himself staring at Maverick for a time, wondering if he missed him too and felt that great emptiness in his heart where the other should have been.
With summer now in gear, Ice had turned his attention to his favourite task of sorting his record albums and finding any that might need replacing. At least Slider wasn’t around anymore to make fun of that folk music collection of his. Taking one of his AC/DC records, Ice was about to put it on when he heard a firm knock on the door. He didn’t quite hear the voice and so he went to the door, still holding his album and opened it. His blue eyes widened when he saw Maverick and he swallowed hard.
"Pete…" he gasped, then shook his head. "Mitchell, Maverick… you-you’re here… um, what are you doing here?” Yeah, that didn’t sound completely stupid…