[ drabble ] forma tumultuosi somnii (rei/sakura)
Title: Forma Tumultuosi Somnii
Fandom: Code:Breaker
Pairing: Ogami Rei/Sakurakouji Sakura
Theme: Dance
Rating: T
Words: 500
Warnings: None.
forma tumultuosi somnii
let’s go together, monster without a name.
.
.
.
She wants to play.
There’s nothing to stop her-not even the one standing hopelessly strong in front of her, blue flames swirling around the tense form of his body. Her grip on her mother’s sword tenses, her Rare Kind power palpable and ripe-“It’s all just, so funny, Ogami-just what, are we fighting for?”-in this moment, she’s the Death Goddess: there’s blood on her blade, magic hissing into the air, his fear flowing through her hair even as she laughs.
She’s unstoppable, and she knows he knows it.
It’s pointless, futile for him to stand up to her. Nothing-not a single flame-can hurt her. Not even the trembling of the earnest azure hue in his eyes, not even the steadfast ferocity of his flames as they gather around his body, cling to his shape protectively. Even now, though she’s hardly releasing her power-she has yet to drain him of all his power, she’s already finished with the others-he’s quaking with fear, yet still standing in front of her.
He knows she won’t stop until he’s dead-the last one standing in her way is Ogami Rei.
The only one with the slightest chance of defeating her is the person she loves.
She wonders if he’s feeling anything, hurting behind those crystal blue irises of his, if his heart’s ripping and spilling crimson regret onto the ground in front of him, or if she’s got to make it so. Her lip curves upward, her feet slide forward, and in the blink of an eye, she’s already sliced him up his entire height, spilling luminous scarlet into the air, painting her cheeks with blood.
She smiles into the droplets, turning to face him from over her shoulder, whispering, “Just what, are you trying to protect, Ogami?”
He grits his teeth, swaying to his knees, holding his wound with one hand. He’s trying to sear the wound closed with his flames-one flick of her wrist and the flames dissipate, her shadowed eyes brighten with excitement, and her smirk broadens. She’s merely dancing-it’s the same dance he dances when he’s hunting, isn’t it?-merely playing with him. His blue eyes flick toward her dark, dark fuchsia ones, i will reach you.
“Just who, are you fighting for, Ogami Rei?” Her powers boil underneath the surface of her skin, streaming into the air, enveloping his body, and absorbing breaths, and breaths of life from him. She can feel all of his strength flowing into her; hear his body fall to the floor at her feet. Taste his despair on her lips.
It’s almost a subdued sound, the voice that rises: “Please.”
Pointless.
Hopeless.
He’s clinging to the shred of humanity still quivering inside the tempest of power coursing through her veins. Her sword tenses against his flesh, her wrist twisting. Blood licks the toes of her shoes.
She is never satisfied.
.
end.
Fandom: Code:Breaker
Pairing: Ogami Rei/Sakurakouji Sakura
Theme: Dance
Rating: T
Words: 500
Warnings: None.
forma tumultuosi somnii
let’s go together, monster without a name.
.
.
.
She wants to play.
There’s nothing to stop her-not even the one standing hopelessly strong in front of her, blue flames swirling around the tense form of his body. Her grip on her mother’s sword tenses, her Rare Kind power palpable and ripe-“It’s all just, so funny, Ogami-just what, are we fighting for?”-in this moment, she’s the Death Goddess: there’s blood on her blade, magic hissing into the air, his fear flowing through her hair even as she laughs.
She’s unstoppable, and she knows he knows it.
It’s pointless, futile for him to stand up to her. Nothing-not a single flame-can hurt her. Not even the trembling of the earnest azure hue in his eyes, not even the steadfast ferocity of his flames as they gather around his body, cling to his shape protectively. Even now, though she’s hardly releasing her power-she has yet to drain him of all his power, she’s already finished with the others-he’s quaking with fear, yet still standing in front of her.
He knows she won’t stop until he’s dead-the last one standing in her way is Ogami Rei.
The only one with the slightest chance of defeating her is the person she loves.
She wonders if he’s feeling anything, hurting behind those crystal blue irises of his, if his heart’s ripping and spilling crimson regret onto the ground in front of him, or if she’s got to make it so. Her lip curves upward, her feet slide forward, and in the blink of an eye, she’s already sliced him up his entire height, spilling luminous scarlet into the air, painting her cheeks with blood.
She smiles into the droplets, turning to face him from over her shoulder, whispering, “Just what, are you trying to protect, Ogami?”
He grits his teeth, swaying to his knees, holding his wound with one hand. He’s trying to sear the wound closed with his flames-one flick of her wrist and the flames dissipate, her shadowed eyes brighten with excitement, and her smirk broadens. She’s merely dancing-it’s the same dance he dances when he’s hunting, isn’t it?-merely playing with him. His blue eyes flick toward her dark, dark fuchsia ones, i will reach you.
“Just who, are you fighting for, Ogami Rei?” Her powers boil underneath the surface of her skin, streaming into the air, enveloping his body, and absorbing breaths, and breaths of life from him. She can feel all of his strength flowing into her; hear his body fall to the floor at her feet. Taste his despair on her lips.
It’s almost a subdued sound, the voice that rises: “Please.”
Pointless.
Hopeless.
He’s clinging to the shred of humanity still quivering inside the tempest of power coursing through her veins. Her sword tenses against his flesh, her wrist twisting. Blood licks the toes of her shoes.
She is never satisfied.
.
end.