Short, Poofy, Pink And Green With Bow Dresses

Leverage / General Series / 08. Music.

Author: ladymacbeth77
Title: Scheherazade
Fandom: "Leverage"
Character: Alec Hardison
Pairing: Alec / Parker, Alec / Eliot
Prompt: 08. Music.
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 514
Summary: While performing "Scheherazade," Alec thinks back to his life.
Warnings: Slash
Notes: Set during the 3x04. Written for mezza_tabella
Link to the table / set: here



The lights dim and the bull's eye is focused only on him. Alec takes a deep breath and stood up and began to move the bow. Touches the strings lightly, as his grandmother taught him to do, so many years earlier.
From those strings stretched out soft music that goes up high to the ceiling, rattling the hearts and souls of those present.
Hardison closes his eyes and his mind back to when his grandmother, the woman who raised him with iron fist and infinite tenderness, accompanied him on the hand by the master of the violin. It was a nice old man and he was sure that those lessons would agree to give him free because he loved his grandmother. Remember the smells of the house, remembers cookies that the man was found on coffee table, the prize for his musical efforts.
In room no one has the courage to speak, even to breathe. All eyes are focused on youth topics, the rising star of the music. No one can read in Alec's heart now beats in sync with the notes of Stradivari, as she sings the notes of the beautiful Scheherazade, the first con artist in history. Hardison
Remember the sweet moments spent in the company of the woman that he loved like a grandmother of one who has been his whole family, without asking what he is thinking of him now, knowing that it became a crook. Maybe seeing that smile, it is only to help those who are suffering, but before he would admit it.
Alec thinks of his new family, thinks that Parker makes the heart beat and that wants to confess his love, but fear of being rejected. The breathing stops while the bow seems to dance alone on the notes like a flower on the water surface. He stops when Alec and Eliot thinks he feels when his muscular arms embrace him, when his tongue into her mouth to prevent him from screaming. Nobody has to know what combination of their rooms in anonymity, far from the gaze of others. In front of the rest of the world continue to behave like cats and dogs, leaving the darkness of a hotel room caresses and kisses. That is not love, it has never been to either, is a passion which can not give a name but that made them burn the first time I have seen. The day on which Eliot, without asking questions, he had slammed against the cold wall of an elevator in violation for the first time its opening with his manhood, hard and hot to hurt him. He screamed in pain, but soon the shouting had given the softness of silk while the passion was running furiously in the blood.
not speak because there never was need, but while Alec is now approaching the final ADL, it is just to think that Eliot and his blue eyes are the last thing he sees before the notes give way to thunderous applause of success.