Fic: Reunion
Hi, I'm new to lj in general, I'm migrating from ff.net because that site seems to hate me now, but anyway, I come bearing seimei/ritsuka fanfiction.
Title: Reunion
Rating: G
Summary: Let me bind you until I am the only thing in your world. Isn't that love, Ritsuka?
Seimei is cunning. His words spin gilded webs that entrap as surely as one of coiled steel and sharp edges.
There is no one as important as you in the world.
Carefully he crafts a snare covered with softness and deceiving syntax.
I will love you, no matter which Ritsuka you are.
And Ritsuka is falling, falling, dangerously close to the heart of those words, close to the thorns that pierce and catch into his mind.
Ever since we met on that day, I’ve loved you.
Ritsuka feels his breath coming in pants, ragged gasps, because it’s becoming hard, so hard to think, to live, to do anything but listen.
This child was born for me. She had him so that she could give the boy to me.
And there is a kind of twisted truth to his words, but Ritsuka’s head is foggy, fever delirious, and he can’t find the strength or willpower to untangle the lies and reality.
Ritsuka is the only person alive that is exactly the same as I am.
His head is spinning and his tongue feels heavy in his mouth, unwilling to form words. His vision clouds until the only thing he can see, he can believe in, he can remember is Seimei. And the word rises unbidden to his throat, his body strangely willing.
Will you give me your whole self? Will you sacrifice your entire being? That is what you do for someone you love, right?
Ritsuka, small precious little Ritsuka, can’t hold back his voice anymore, the word swelled and occupied his mind until it seemed like the only word he knew, trusted, loved was-
“Seimei.”
Title: Reunion
Rating: G
Summary: Let me bind you until I am the only thing in your world. Isn't that love, Ritsuka?
Seimei is cunning. His words spin gilded webs that entrap as surely as one of coiled steel and sharp edges.
There is no one as important as you in the world.
Carefully he crafts a snare covered with softness and deceiving syntax.
I will love you, no matter which Ritsuka you are.
And Ritsuka is falling, falling, dangerously close to the heart of those words, close to the thorns that pierce and catch into his mind.
Ever since we met on that day, I’ve loved you.
Ritsuka feels his breath coming in pants, ragged gasps, because it’s becoming hard, so hard to think, to live, to do anything but listen.
This child was born for me. She had him so that she could give the boy to me.
And there is a kind of twisted truth to his words, but Ritsuka’s head is foggy, fever delirious, and he can’t find the strength or willpower to untangle the lies and reality.
Ritsuka is the only person alive that is exactly the same as I am.
His head is spinning and his tongue feels heavy in his mouth, unwilling to form words. His vision clouds until the only thing he can see, he can believe in, he can remember is Seimei. And the word rises unbidden to his throat, his body strangely willing.
Will you give me your whole self? Will you sacrifice your entire being? That is what you do for someone you love, right?
Ritsuka, small precious little Ritsuka, can’t hold back his voice anymore, the word swelled and occupied his mind until it seemed like the only word he knew, trusted, loved was-
“Seimei.”