Silver is looking in the mirror and trying to see what Steel sees when he looks at him.
A pre-slash story.
Written: April 2008. Word count: 300.
Silver stared hard at his reflection in the mirror. He was trying to see himself through Steel's eyes.
What did the steel-like element see?
Did he see the real Silver? Or did he merely see the fašade?
Silver knew he was flighty. He liked to flirt; liked shiny objects and enjoyed life. He liked to tease; had a fairly short attention span, and often didn't take things seriously.
But that wasn't all he was.
Could Steel know that?
Silver stared even harder at his reflection.
What he saw was a man who wasn't unattractive, even if he said so himself. Not that he believed looks mattered to Steel; no it was character that mattered.
Perhaps he should try to change a little.
Maybe he should be less flighty, less flirty. Maybe he should try to pay more attention and take things more seriously. Maybe he should stop teasing Steel, stop trying to goad him.
Maybe he should try to mirror Steel.
Not that he'd ever get anywhere near the level of detachment or seriousness or ability to concentrate as Steel did. And he wouldn't want to; if he did, he wouldn't be him. Besides he knew he'd only be able to keep up the act for a short time and a short time was no good.
He wanted Steel; he wanted him for a very long time. So ultimately Steel had to accept him as he was.
But would he?
Silver sighed as again he stared into the mirror. He saw his reflection reflecting back at him.
Maybe it'd be enough.
All he could do was hope that one day it would be.
That one day Steel would look at him and see beyond the physical man reflecting back at him.
Silver could wait. Steel was a prize worth winning.
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