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exhausted

Failure...with fanfic
So I'm finally back from an extended stay in no internet zone. I only managed 18,573 words for NaNoWriMo. (Which I am still proud of.)
I do have some fanfiction for a game I've been playing recently for the XBox360. It's called The Last Remnant and I can't help but love the little hints I'm getting from David/Rush. Fun. Also did I mention I'm exhausted?

Drabble for The Last Remnant
Rating: PG
Warnings: Hints of Rush/David
Spoilers: A few references for the first two hours or so of the game until you reach Blackdale, but nothing to spoil the story itself.

He’s not certain what exactly drew him to the small flame at the edge of their campsite, but David isn’t surprised to find Rush sitting alone, watching it in a trance. It was only a few hours before the first rays of morning would peek through the clear sky, but the young man had obviously not gotten a wink of sleep. The rest of the camp is silent, with only two or three watchmen standing clear of the flames on lookout.
David hesitates near the log that the young man is sitting on and wonders how to address him. The chances of finding Rush’s Sister Irina in Balckdale are high, but from the look on his face it seems as if Rush has already given up. David had no idea how he was supposed to cheer up the brash young man without seeming foolish.
Rush’s words from before of comparing his sister’s value to that of Athlum had struck a chord in David that he hadn’t thought was possible. To hold one life above that of many, it was a lesson that David had learned long ago. He held in his hands the lives of everyone residing in this camp and though their lives held so much value to him, he knew that they could very easily die for him. They were but one life of the whole that was the lesson he had learned.
He shifted on his feet for another moment before moving to sit beside Rush on the fallen log. The other boy started at his presence and grinned sheepishly when he saw who he was. “Hey, Dave didn’t see you there.”
David had to hide the smile that formed at the strange nickname. Emma was already furious with Rush’s lack of manners, but to address a member of royalty with such disdain, that just topped it off. He found it to be quite amusing himself. He waved a hand at Rush’s apology and turned to look at the small fire.
“Are you worried?” he asked.
“…Yeah.”
As always the other mans honesty still takes David off guard. It’s a trait that David rarely sees in his presence. Being the Marquis of Athlum tends to make most people just a bit more cautious around him.
He falters for a moment before placing a hand on Rushs’ shoulder as he has seen friends do in order to comfort someone. He’s never had the chance to actually be acquainted enough with someone to make friends, but he feels that Rush is perhaps the closest he’s ever come.
The smile that Rush gives him is one that David can’t remember ever receiving from anyone. It’s open and grateful and David can’t help but look back in case there’s someone behind him. There’s no one else there and David is uncertain how to react. He’s only known Rush for a short time and yet the other man acts as if they’ve been friends for ages.
“I must look pretty bad, eh?” he asks cheerfully.
“You look like you haven’t gotten any sleep,” David replies making sure not to move his hand.
“Well in that case…”
David stiffens sharply when Rush leans forward and rests his head on his shoulder. It’s not something he had expected and his arm ends up wrapped around the other mans’ shoulders. He can vaguely remember one of Emma’s past lectures about there being a line between friendship and something more, but in this case David has no clue where that line is. With Rush everything is just a little more blurred and difficult to comprehend. Was this something that friends did?
“Neh, make sure to wake me up, okay?” Rush murmurs softly.
“Don’t worry,” David replies, wondering whether he’s talking to Rush or himself.
The other man already seems to be asleep from the way his breathing evens out and David finally starts to relax as the fire crackles softly. He doesn’t move his arm, but he does shift a little to accommodate the extra weight of his ‘friend’.
He hopes that he’s far enough from the rest of the campsite, that his general’s won’t notice his whereabouts until morning, but even then he doesn’t think he’ll be too bothered if they see him like this. Rush’s presence is comforting in itself and David hasn’t felt this close to someone since his father’s death.
He smiles to himself as he watches the fire continue to burn and waits for the first rays of morning when he can wake his friend.