[ drabble ] the weight of a heart (rei/sakura)
Title: The Weight of a Heart
Fandom: Code:Breaker
Pairing: Ogami Rei/Sakurakouji Sakura
Theme: Hunger
Rating: T
Words: 500
Warnings: None.
the weight of a heart
these feelings won’t let me fly.
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There’s a difference between Sakurakouji Sakura and all of the other girls Ogami Rei knows. And it isn’t just the fact that she has pink hair, is named after a flower that’s beauty lasts for as long as the spring holds out, or even because she has this sense that lets her know whenever he’s punishing the evil stains that taint the very air they breathe.
No. It’s not these things at all.
It’s something much more complex than that. Something that even Rei can’t understand, but adheres to it anyway. There’s something about her that keeps his heart in her hands, that keeps his restlessness at bay whenever she holds him, there’s something about her that he can’t resist, doesn’t want to resist, and even though he can’t stand being bound by emotions, he doesn’t fight her. He can’t fight her-she’s the Rare Kind, the one gifted with the power of absolute defense, and absolute authority on the battlefield-but it’s not a battle of strength or brawn.
This is a battle that Rei’s not suited for, one that even though he wants to win, wants to resist her sunlight, her brightness, her luminescence that never fails to blind him whenever she smiles at him, he ultimately can’t. It’s that sense that she’s always going to win that stops him from fighting, that allows her to wrap her arms around him and hold him close, keep him in her arms despite his desire to struggle and escape her. He can’t escape her, he can’t stop her, he can’t resist her.
He’s such a wounded, starving creature-she’s so light, weightless in his arms that he has to take her, has to devour her saccharinity, her fragility, just everything about her. He’s so hungry, so avaricious, so lusting and despairing that he can’t stop himself from taking everything she offers him, everything that makes her whole. She never breaks, no; she never breaks under his weight, no matter how heavy of a burden he’s pressing onto her. She never resists his touch, his kiss, his hold, his hell-bent desire to have everything that makes her pure and light.
Even this time-like all others-the only thing she does is hold his lips against hers, and whisper, “Believe in me, Ogami.”
He wants to believe in her.
He wants to believe in what she means to him.
He wants to believe in the love he holds for her.
And so, through trembling lips, through softened eyes, through quivering fingertips, he murmurs, “I want to believe in you. I want-“
“-Why?” she asks, breathing her words against his shoulder.
A simple question.
But the answer’s not as easy to explain in words.
She knows-she draws her face back from his shirt sleeve, and looks him in the eyes, holds his gaze with hers. She whispers, “Believe in me, Ogami.”
And so he does.
.
end.
Fandom: Code:Breaker
Pairing: Ogami Rei/Sakurakouji Sakura
Theme: Hunger
Rating: T
Words: 500
Warnings: None.
the weight of a heart
these feelings won’t let me fly.
.
.
.
There’s a difference between Sakurakouji Sakura and all of the other girls Ogami Rei knows. And it isn’t just the fact that she has pink hair, is named after a flower that’s beauty lasts for as long as the spring holds out, or even because she has this sense that lets her know whenever he’s punishing the evil stains that taint the very air they breathe.
No. It’s not these things at all.
It’s something much more complex than that. Something that even Rei can’t understand, but adheres to it anyway. There’s something about her that keeps his heart in her hands, that keeps his restlessness at bay whenever she holds him, there’s something about her that he can’t resist, doesn’t want to resist, and even though he can’t stand being bound by emotions, he doesn’t fight her. He can’t fight her-she’s the Rare Kind, the one gifted with the power of absolute defense, and absolute authority on the battlefield-but it’s not a battle of strength or brawn.
This is a battle that Rei’s not suited for, one that even though he wants to win, wants to resist her sunlight, her brightness, her luminescence that never fails to blind him whenever she smiles at him, he ultimately can’t. It’s that sense that she’s always going to win that stops him from fighting, that allows her to wrap her arms around him and hold him close, keep him in her arms despite his desire to struggle and escape her. He can’t escape her, he can’t stop her, he can’t resist her.
He’s such a wounded, starving creature-she’s so light, weightless in his arms that he has to take her, has to devour her saccharinity, her fragility, just everything about her. He’s so hungry, so avaricious, so lusting and despairing that he can’t stop himself from taking everything she offers him, everything that makes her whole. She never breaks, no; she never breaks under his weight, no matter how heavy of a burden he’s pressing onto her. She never resists his touch, his kiss, his hold, his hell-bent desire to have everything that makes her pure and light.
Even this time-like all others-the only thing she does is hold his lips against hers, and whisper, “Believe in me, Ogami.”
He wants to believe in her.
He wants to believe in what she means to him.
He wants to believe in the love he holds for her.
And so, through trembling lips, through softened eyes, through quivering fingertips, he murmurs, “I want to believe in you. I want-“
“-Why?” she asks, breathing her words against his shoulder.
A simple question.
But the answer’s not as easy to explain in words.
She knows-she draws her face back from his shirt sleeve, and looks him in the eyes, holds his gaze with hers. She whispers, “Believe in me, Ogami.”
And so he does.
.
end.