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Title: Incommunicado
Pairing: Alex Tanguay/Radim Vrbata
Rating: PG, Fluff
Author: Alexia
Notes: Unfortunately, neither of these boys are mine. Neither are the Colorado Avalanche. Way to ruin my day. :]
Incommunicado
Words weren't important to them. With Alex's soft spoken demeanor, he relied more on quiet understanding than explaining himself, and fortunately for him, Radim wouldn't have it any other way. His words were few and far between, but his bright eyes seemed to convey everything he couldn't. Or the way his smile would turn coy when he was embarrassed. His emotions were easy to read from his expressions, his posture, and his touch. He didn't like words, and Radim wouldn't have it any other way.
When Alex was happy, Radim had a hard time not knowing. That smile that would break loose, crinkling up the corners of his eyes. The way his cheeks would turn cherry red with happiness, and those blue eyes would gleam with happiness. Radim always knew that emotion. But perhaps it was the way that Alex articulated himself with shoulder shrugs, rolling them up to his ears and back. Or the way his eyes would roll on their own accord when he was annoyed-a habit that seemed to get him in quite a lot of trouble with the press. It might have something to do with the little ticks that Alex had picked up somewhere along the way, clicking his tongue when he was really nervous, or tapping his foot when he was angry. But Radim never minded the silence, in fact he liked it better.
Because Radim... He couldn't speak the words even if he tried. The Czech tried his hardest to communicate, but his sentences just came out broken and misunderstood, half in Czech and a language that was almost like English. But Alex never seemed to mind. They had learned words from each other, enough to communicate the important things, but neither had a grasp. Unfortunately, his emotions weren't so readable, only his embarrassment when he tried his hand at English. But that never stopped Alex either. He found that Radim's way of communicating came in the way he hugged, or the little glint in his eyes that was completely unreadable to anyone but him.
So when they were sitting on the bench during a game, knees touching and leaning forward like the eager kids they were to see Joe Sakic's next great play, or Patrick's amazing save, it wasn't uncomfortable. And when Coach came up and told the boys about their shift, all Alex had to was nudge Radim with his shoulder to get him ready. It wasn't awkward when Captain told them that their shift was good, that play was amazing, and 'congratulations on that goal, Radim,' for his hand on Radim's knee was enough to show him what they meant. The uncontrollable smile that beamed off that adorable face radiated around them, and Alex couldn't help but smile.
But when he got really excited, he'd start chirping in Czech like a bird seeing his mom flying in with food. The boy talked a million miles an hour, with wild gestures and hip movements. Alex couldn't help but smile and get just as excited as Radim, though he couldn't understand a single word pouring from the foreign boy's lips. It didn't really matter. Alex didn't really care if he understood the words, because he got the point from how he wildly gestured his arms skywards. Or the way he would jump from his seat a little bit, as much an ADD kid as they suspected. But that was Radim, and Alex was never one to complain.
The moments on the ice were the easiest to tell what the other was thinking. If Radim was in trouble, Alex would know it by the grunts that would slip passed his lips, and the frustrated glare as he was pile driven into the sheet of ice beneath his skates. He would skate over there, offering out a helping hand to the annoyed Czech and pulling him to his feet. Together, they would skate over to the bench, Radim blowing out steam through his nostrils and flaring up in anger. He'd act like that until they sat down together, knees touching, and Alex would look over at him with that sympathetic 'been there' look and Radim was pacified. Or it was in the way that Radim always knew when Alex had a brilliant play coming up. His back would hunch down, his knees bending right as he was about to take off into an amazing short-handed break away. It took all of his control not to jump with joy when he saw that look of determination, for fear that he would give it away to the other team. So he would do his best as a distraction, faking each direction this way and that until he could hand off the puck to Alex to watch him skate away. Radim loved moments like that, when their sticks would make contact through the puck and Alex was gone as quickly as he came into the picture. It was in the way they would hug and jump for joy everytime they scored. The way their foreheads would touch through their face masks. Alex's mouthguard would be poking out the side of his cheek, and his grin would practically be busting his face. They'd hoot and holler at each other until the rest of their team came to join, giving them pats on the head, and smacks on the back. Calls of 'congratulations' as they would both skate over to knock fists with the bench. They always knew what the other was feeling. The ice made it so easy for them to connect.
But it was in the moments that they were alone that Alex liked the best. Radim liked them best to, but he couldn't speak enough English to communicate that. It was when Alex was laying in Radim's bed, fresh from a shower and waiting for his boy to join him. It was then that Alex would softly, lovingly, refer to Radim as 'my boy' or 'my Czech.' And Radim didn't mind that a bit. He even understood those words.
It was in the moment that Radim would enter, a shy smile coming over his features, expression unusually easy to read. Where Alex would open up his arms as a silent invitation for the younger boy to come to him. And he would, crawling up the end of the bed, up the Canadian's prone form, to stretch out on top of him, bare chest to bare chest. It was when their lips would tentatively meet for the first time that day, the way their eyes would spark up when they looked at each other, showing emotions that neither of them had the vocabulary to explain. It was those moments that they liked the best.
And when Alex would reach over and turn out the bedside light, and his hand would slowly creep back up, holding Radim's shoulder, his lips nestled tight against the boy's head, against the mess of wet black hair... It was then that language didn't matter.
Because even Radim understood, 'Je t'aime.' And he could even return that phrase, able to communicate it in Czech, English, and French. 'Miluji tě, Alex.'
Words didn't matter to them... They weren't important.
Pairing: Alex Tanguay/Radim Vrbata
Rating: PG, Fluff
Author: Alexia
Notes: Unfortunately, neither of these boys are mine. Neither are the Colorado Avalanche. Way to ruin my day. :]
Incommunicado
Words weren't important to them. With Alex's soft spoken demeanor, he relied more on quiet understanding than explaining himself, and fortunately for him, Radim wouldn't have it any other way. His words were few and far between, but his bright eyes seemed to convey everything he couldn't. Or the way his smile would turn coy when he was embarrassed. His emotions were easy to read from his expressions, his posture, and his touch. He didn't like words, and Radim wouldn't have it any other way.
When Alex was happy, Radim had a hard time not knowing. That smile that would break loose, crinkling up the corners of his eyes. The way his cheeks would turn cherry red with happiness, and those blue eyes would gleam with happiness. Radim always knew that emotion. But perhaps it was the way that Alex articulated himself with shoulder shrugs, rolling them up to his ears and back. Or the way his eyes would roll on their own accord when he was annoyed-a habit that seemed to get him in quite a lot of trouble with the press. It might have something to do with the little ticks that Alex had picked up somewhere along the way, clicking his tongue when he was really nervous, or tapping his foot when he was angry. But Radim never minded the silence, in fact he liked it better.
Because Radim... He couldn't speak the words even if he tried. The Czech tried his hardest to communicate, but his sentences just came out broken and misunderstood, half in Czech and a language that was almost like English. But Alex never seemed to mind. They had learned words from each other, enough to communicate the important things, but neither had a grasp. Unfortunately, his emotions weren't so readable, only his embarrassment when he tried his hand at English. But that never stopped Alex either. He found that Radim's way of communicating came in the way he hugged, or the little glint in his eyes that was completely unreadable to anyone but him.
So when they were sitting on the bench during a game, knees touching and leaning forward like the eager kids they were to see Joe Sakic's next great play, or Patrick's amazing save, it wasn't uncomfortable. And when Coach came up and told the boys about their shift, all Alex had to was nudge Radim with his shoulder to get him ready. It wasn't awkward when Captain told them that their shift was good, that play was amazing, and 'congratulations on that goal, Radim,' for his hand on Radim's knee was enough to show him what they meant. The uncontrollable smile that beamed off that adorable face radiated around them, and Alex couldn't help but smile.
But when he got really excited, he'd start chirping in Czech like a bird seeing his mom flying in with food. The boy talked a million miles an hour, with wild gestures and hip movements. Alex couldn't help but smile and get just as excited as Radim, though he couldn't understand a single word pouring from the foreign boy's lips. It didn't really matter. Alex didn't really care if he understood the words, because he got the point from how he wildly gestured his arms skywards. Or the way he would jump from his seat a little bit, as much an ADD kid as they suspected. But that was Radim, and Alex was never one to complain.
The moments on the ice were the easiest to tell what the other was thinking. If Radim was in trouble, Alex would know it by the grunts that would slip passed his lips, and the frustrated glare as he was pile driven into the sheet of ice beneath his skates. He would skate over there, offering out a helping hand to the annoyed Czech and pulling him to his feet. Together, they would skate over to the bench, Radim blowing out steam through his nostrils and flaring up in anger. He'd act like that until they sat down together, knees touching, and Alex would look over at him with that sympathetic 'been there' look and Radim was pacified. Or it was in the way that Radim always knew when Alex had a brilliant play coming up. His back would hunch down, his knees bending right as he was about to take off into an amazing short-handed break away. It took all of his control not to jump with joy when he saw that look of determination, for fear that he would give it away to the other team. So he would do his best as a distraction, faking each direction this way and that until he could hand off the puck to Alex to watch him skate away. Radim loved moments like that, when their sticks would make contact through the puck and Alex was gone as quickly as he came into the picture. It was in the way they would hug and jump for joy everytime they scored. The way their foreheads would touch through their face masks. Alex's mouthguard would be poking out the side of his cheek, and his grin would practically be busting his face. They'd hoot and holler at each other until the rest of their team came to join, giving them pats on the head, and smacks on the back. Calls of 'congratulations' as they would both skate over to knock fists with the bench. They always knew what the other was feeling. The ice made it so easy for them to connect.
But it was in the moments that they were alone that Alex liked the best. Radim liked them best to, but he couldn't speak enough English to communicate that. It was when Alex was laying in Radim's bed, fresh from a shower and waiting for his boy to join him. It was then that Alex would softly, lovingly, refer to Radim as 'my boy' or 'my Czech.' And Radim didn't mind that a bit. He even understood those words.
It was in the moment that Radim would enter, a shy smile coming over his features, expression unusually easy to read. Where Alex would open up his arms as a silent invitation for the younger boy to come to him. And he would, crawling up the end of the bed, up the Canadian's prone form, to stretch out on top of him, bare chest to bare chest. It was when their lips would tentatively meet for the first time that day, the way their eyes would spark up when they looked at each other, showing emotions that neither of them had the vocabulary to explain. It was those moments that they liked the best.
And when Alex would reach over and turn out the bedside light, and his hand would slowly creep back up, holding Radim's shoulder, his lips nestled tight against the boy's head, against the mess of wet black hair... It was then that language didn't matter.
Because even Radim understood, 'Je t'aime.' And he could even return that phrase, able to communicate it in Czech, English, and French. 'Miluji tě, Alex.'
Words didn't matter to them... They weren't important.
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Slashy!love transcends language barriers! *nods*
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Yes, he and Gagne are amazing together. I get that. Philadelphia gets that. The entire hockey world gets that. But does the Philadelphia media really have to overboard it completely?
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I wasn't too upset when I heard that we were getting rid of him. As much of a good player he is... He obviously didn't want to sign with the Avs again. The only player I was sad that we lost was Adam Foote.
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The avs could fit him under the salery cap with Joe and... it mentioned someone else... Blaker? That's why he left. And Clarkie (As much as I hate that GM bastard) made the right call at the right time.
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But at least a team that I don't hate got him. :]
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