Vague Memories // drabble // akame
vague memories
akame
pg-13, angst, fluff
Never too late
Vague Memories
Voice quivering through half-parted lips, words rolling on the tongue gently, a vague memory. It is vague, but it clenches his heart so strongly that it makes him unable to breathe for a few moments.
Raising his hand slowly, he wipes the memory away from his eyes. It is a failed attempt, however, it remains there in wet and sticky traces under his soft fingertips.
Never too late, he repeats in his head, forming the words with trembling lips. Sweet words that taste so bitter in his mouth now. Sarcastic laughter fills the air and reaches his ears, echoing painfully and disappearing into darkness.
Fumbling hands sweep through bright and colourful pictures, desperately looking for forgotten smiles and faded affection in glistening eyes. He could never throw them away.
He has tried once, on a rainy, chilly night in October, but a few seconds later he found himself digging into the garbage, murmuring angry words and choking on them continously.
Pathetic. That’s how he felt.
He likes playing with memories. Not with those blurred, painful ones. He likes memories which have never existed. Words he has never heard. Smiles he has never seen. He imagines them, forming them slowly in his head, until they become clear and bright and until they finally put a gentle smile onto his weary face.
When he doesn’t let himself sink into false memories, the real ones invade his confused mind. He doesn’t like them. After a soft whisper there is always an angry cry, after a tender touch there comes always a hurtful gesture. Never ending, never returning, painful pieces of the distant past. Their past.
He sometimes hears Jin’s voice calling his name. A quiet whisper. Kazu. A cheerful greeting. Kazu. A loud cry. Kazu. A sleepy mutter. Kazu. A lustful moan. Kazu.
Covering his ears is useless. The voice ruins all the walls which he had built for defence. It brings them down, piercing through the darkness and the heavy silence.
The sound of something else breaks through the thick air now and he lifts his head to find it out.
Uncertain footsteps in the distance and hesitant knocking on the door. Then his own trembling hands on the doorknob and the squeaking sound which hurts his ears.
Then all the memories return.
Warm touches on his cold skin make him shiver inside, deep brown eyes burning marks in his aching heart. Sweet kisses are placed between quickly taken breaths and his head feels dizzy when the lips reach his own.
“Kazu.”
It’s not a distant calling, not a vague memory. He hears it clearly and it seems so loud even though it is not more than a soundless sigh. Warm breath tickles his ear and he buries his face into the silky hair, inhaling deeply. His lips find their way to the other’s again and he grazes them softly before opening them with his tongue.
The lips part and he feels his heart beating furiously in his chest, throbbing loudly in his ears, suppressing every sound of the world outside.
Tears are stinging his eyes as he feels the hands stroking gently over his face. They are touching his skin, but reaching his heart.
“Jin.” he breathes the name shakily, faintly. One word which is so familiar, yet feels weird to say it out loud.
The hands wipe the tears away, along with painful memories and lingering doubts. His lips form a gentle smile as he leans into the comforting embrace. Those non-existent memories come to life. It’s never too late.
akame
pg-13, angst, fluff
Never too late
Vague Memories
Voice quivering through half-parted lips, words rolling on the tongue gently, a vague memory. It is vague, but it clenches his heart so strongly that it makes him unable to breathe for a few moments.
Raising his hand slowly, he wipes the memory away from his eyes. It is a failed attempt, however, it remains there in wet and sticky traces under his soft fingertips.
Never too late, he repeats in his head, forming the words with trembling lips. Sweet words that taste so bitter in his mouth now. Sarcastic laughter fills the air and reaches his ears, echoing painfully and disappearing into darkness.
Fumbling hands sweep through bright and colourful pictures, desperately looking for forgotten smiles and faded affection in glistening eyes. He could never throw them away.
He has tried once, on a rainy, chilly night in October, but a few seconds later he found himself digging into the garbage, murmuring angry words and choking on them continously.
Pathetic. That’s how he felt.
He likes playing with memories. Not with those blurred, painful ones. He likes memories which have never existed. Words he has never heard. Smiles he has never seen. He imagines them, forming them slowly in his head, until they become clear and bright and until they finally put a gentle smile onto his weary face.
When he doesn’t let himself sink into false memories, the real ones invade his confused mind. He doesn’t like them. After a soft whisper there is always an angry cry, after a tender touch there comes always a hurtful gesture. Never ending, never returning, painful pieces of the distant past. Their past.
He sometimes hears Jin’s voice calling his name. A quiet whisper. Kazu. A cheerful greeting. Kazu. A loud cry. Kazu. A sleepy mutter. Kazu. A lustful moan. Kazu.
Covering his ears is useless. The voice ruins all the walls which he had built for defence. It brings them down, piercing through the darkness and the heavy silence.
The sound of something else breaks through the thick air now and he lifts his head to find it out.
Uncertain footsteps in the distance and hesitant knocking on the door. Then his own trembling hands on the doorknob and the squeaking sound which hurts his ears.
Then all the memories return.
Warm touches on his cold skin make him shiver inside, deep brown eyes burning marks in his aching heart. Sweet kisses are placed between quickly taken breaths and his head feels dizzy when the lips reach his own.
“Kazu.”
It’s not a distant calling, not a vague memory. He hears it clearly and it seems so loud even though it is not more than a soundless sigh. Warm breath tickles his ear and he buries his face into the silky hair, inhaling deeply. His lips find their way to the other’s again and he grazes them softly before opening them with his tongue.
The lips part and he feels his heart beating furiously in his chest, throbbing loudly in his ears, suppressing every sound of the world outside.
Tears are stinging his eyes as he feels the hands stroking gently over his face. They are touching his skin, but reaching his heart.
“Jin.” he breathes the name shakily, faintly. One word which is so familiar, yet feels weird to say it out loud.
The hands wipe the tears away, along with painful memories and lingering doubts. His lips form a gentle smile as he leans into the comforting embrace. Those non-existent memories come to life. It’s never too late.