Offering Comfort. (Drabbles)
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fictionaluntruthsLoveless, Kio. Mentions of Soubi, Ritsuka and Seimei. PG. 200 words.
Sometimes, Kio wants to tell Ritsuka about Seimei. About how he could leave Soubi a bleeding mess and not fucking care, about how he'd look at him and smile but his eyes would be looking past him, through him, about how sometimes he spent whole weeks without calling Soubi and Soubi would barely eat. Sometimes, when Ritsuka talks about the wonderful, amazing, incredible person Seimei was, he has the words there, bitting at his tongue, rushing though his throat and he swears he's going to tell Ritsuka, even if Soubi glares at him, even if Ritsuka gets angry at him...
But then the boy will look sad and alone and miserable as he takes care of Soubi, as if he hopes that his brother would truly make everything alright, and then he'll hold to Soubi's hand and his ears will press against his head. Then Kio will notice a new bruise, a new bandage, a new shadow in too-young-eyes and instead of saying the truth about that miserable son of a bitch to the little brother that worships him, he starts feeding his two idiots and gets ready the first aid kit to keep taking care of them.
Code Geass. Nanaly, Suzaku, Lelouch. PG, 200 WORDS. If you've seen up to ep 12 or so, you're good to go. No big spoilers or anything.
Nanaly's fingers find another stem to twirl around the crown she's making, one for him while Lelouch wears his around his neck. It's amazing, Suzaku thinks, how deft she has gotten at doing things sightlessly. He still remembers a scared six years old calling for her mother and only an equally tired and possibly scared ten years old for hold her hand.
Now Nanaly giggles as he brushes a flower against her face and he can see Lelouch's warm smile, the way he looks at them. Nanaly takes the flower, but she also holds his hand and tilts her head towards him, and Suzaku waits for whatever thing she's listening to be quiet.
"I want this to last forever," Nanaly finally murmurs, her already gentle voice barely above a whisper. "Me, brother and Suzaku, the three of us always together. Is that terribly selfish?"
Suzaku turns his eyes from Nanaly's pretty face and looks towards his best friend. From the other side, Lelouch shrugs and smiles, Suzako can almost believe there's no war, no deaths, no betrayal, nothing but flower gardens and sun and friends.
"Un," Suzaku shakes his head, smiles some more. "I think I would like that too."
D. Gray-man. Miranda/Alistar. PG, 200 words.
Both Alistar and Miranda jump teen feet away from each other when Alistar says Miranda's name, she because he startled her, and Alistar because he didn't expect Miranda to react like that.
They spend the next ten minutes apologizing for startling the other, and then apologizing about apologizing for having startled each other, and so on and so forth until Crowley clears his throat and looks around.
He blinks a little surprised when he finds the small previously barren pot filled with flowers.
"Did you..."
Miranda flushes, so Crowley is quick to tell her that it's merely curiosity.
"I... just..." Miranda sighs, looking at the flowers her Innocence has allowed to bloom. "They seemed so sad, not being able to grow up. They... they have the promise of beauty, don't they?"
"They are beautiful," Crowley admits, trying not to think of the last time he was around flowers. Instead he gives Miranda a small smile that he hopes won't startle her. "You are very kind, letting them know everything will be alright."
Miranda flushes again, and the next twenty minutes are spent apologizing about having embarrassed her, and then she apologizes about having embarrassed him and so on, so forth.
Saiunkoku Monogatari. Seiran, Shuurei's mother. PG. 200 words.
Ryuuki also had nightmares. More often than not, Seien - Seiran now, sometimes he still has to remember that – would spend the night holding his scared little brother, the only way Ryuuki – or him – could sleep.
It's still strange for him that, when he wakes up hearing Shuurei crying and he hurries towards her room, he finds the lady of the house already cradling her daughter, comforting her in soft whispers that he can't make out.
Sometimes he forgets that some mothers do love their children.
He's about to go away, Shuurei already asleep against her mother's bosom, but then the lady looks towards him and smiles, motioning him forward. He's startled when she presses a kiss to his forehead, soft and gentle.
"I'm sorry we woke you up, Seiran," the lady speaks, carefully placing her daughter back over the bed. When she turns towards him again, he hasn't recovered from the kiss yet. "Thank you for worrying about Shuurei, though."
He nods, still uncertain about words and turns to leave. The lady doesn't move to go away, just sits by her daughter's bedside holding her hand. Seiran tries hard not to think of how much he misses Ryuuki right then.
Sometimes, Kio wants to tell Ritsuka about Seimei. About how he could leave Soubi a bleeding mess and not fucking care, about how he'd look at him and smile but his eyes would be looking past him, through him, about how sometimes he spent whole weeks without calling Soubi and Soubi would barely eat. Sometimes, when Ritsuka talks about the wonderful, amazing, incredible person Seimei was, he has the words there, bitting at his tongue, rushing though his throat and he swears he's going to tell Ritsuka, even if Soubi glares at him, even if Ritsuka gets angry at him...
But then the boy will look sad and alone and miserable as he takes care of Soubi, as if he hopes that his brother would truly make everything alright, and then he'll hold to Soubi's hand and his ears will press against his head. Then Kio will notice a new bruise, a new bandage, a new shadow in too-young-eyes and instead of saying the truth about that miserable son of a bitch to the little brother that worships him, he starts feeding his two idiots and gets ready the first aid kit to keep taking care of them.
Code Geass. Nanaly, Suzaku, Lelouch. PG, 200 WORDS. If you've seen up to ep 12 or so, you're good to go. No big spoilers or anything.
Nanaly's fingers find another stem to twirl around the crown she's making, one for him while Lelouch wears his around his neck. It's amazing, Suzaku thinks, how deft she has gotten at doing things sightlessly. He still remembers a scared six years old calling for her mother and only an equally tired and possibly scared ten years old for hold her hand.
Now Nanaly giggles as he brushes a flower against her face and he can see Lelouch's warm smile, the way he looks at them. Nanaly takes the flower, but she also holds his hand and tilts her head towards him, and Suzaku waits for whatever thing she's listening to be quiet.
"I want this to last forever," Nanaly finally murmurs, her already gentle voice barely above a whisper. "Me, brother and Suzaku, the three of us always together. Is that terribly selfish?"
Suzaku turns his eyes from Nanaly's pretty face and looks towards his best friend. From the other side, Lelouch shrugs and smiles, Suzako can almost believe there's no war, no deaths, no betrayal, nothing but flower gardens and sun and friends.
"Un," Suzaku shakes his head, smiles some more. "I think I would like that too."
D. Gray-man. Miranda/Alistar. PG, 200 words.
Both Alistar and Miranda jump teen feet away from each other when Alistar says Miranda's name, she because he startled her, and Alistar because he didn't expect Miranda to react like that.
They spend the next ten minutes apologizing for startling the other, and then apologizing about apologizing for having startled each other, and so on and so forth until Crowley clears his throat and looks around.
He blinks a little surprised when he finds the small previously barren pot filled with flowers.
"Did you..."
Miranda flushes, so Crowley is quick to tell her that it's merely curiosity.
"I... just..." Miranda sighs, looking at the flowers her Innocence has allowed to bloom. "They seemed so sad, not being able to grow up. They... they have the promise of beauty, don't they?"
"They are beautiful," Crowley admits, trying not to think of the last time he was around flowers. Instead he gives Miranda a small smile that he hopes won't startle her. "You are very kind, letting them know everything will be alright."
Miranda flushes again, and the next twenty minutes are spent apologizing about having embarrassed her, and then she apologizes about having embarrassed him and so on, so forth.
Saiunkoku Monogatari. Seiran, Shuurei's mother. PG. 200 words.
Ryuuki also had nightmares. More often than not, Seien - Seiran now, sometimes he still has to remember that – would spend the night holding his scared little brother, the only way Ryuuki – or him – could sleep.
It's still strange for him that, when he wakes up hearing Shuurei crying and he hurries towards her room, he finds the lady of the house already cradling her daughter, comforting her in soft whispers that he can't make out.
Sometimes he forgets that some mothers do love their children.
He's about to go away, Shuurei already asleep against her mother's bosom, but then the lady looks towards him and smiles, motioning him forward. He's startled when she presses a kiss to his forehead, soft and gentle.
"I'm sorry we woke you up, Seiran," the lady speaks, carefully placing her daughter back over the bed. When she turns towards him again, he hasn't recovered from the kiss yet. "Thank you for worrying about Shuurei, though."
He nods, still uncertain about words and turns to leave. The lady doesn't move to go away, just sits by her daughter's bedside holding her hand. Seiran tries hard not to think of how much he misses Ryuuki right then.
