For being mine - oneshot - Uruha/Aoi
Title: For being mine.
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: buriedinheart
Genre: romance, life, introspective
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: fiction.
Rating: none
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Bands: the GazettE
Synopsis: i love you always, for being mine. even rock stars grow old some day.
Comments: Inspired by this prompt under cut.
I REMEMBER THOSE PAPER MORNINGS WHEN YOU WERE THIS AND I WAS THAT .
We're on a road trip, away from the stress of the city.
It’s a comfortable silence, although pregnant with various things I’ve meant all this time to say - I love you, im glad I have you with my life, I hope we last long -
These words are unnecessary though; they hang in the air like clothes on a pegged clothesline, gentle in the wind.
We sit in the car in quiet contemplation; the air is cold, winter eating into the marrow of our bones.
(Mie has always been too cold in the winter.)
We’re exhausted, stress and tiredness sketching lines on your face - we’re growing old, love, did you know that? Even rock stars grow old some day -
The car cruises along the highway slowly, eating up the white lines and marks on the gravel so dark its blue -like pacman, I muse quietly- your hand in mine, fingers curling around my fingers gently in possession. I can feel my lips tugging into a small curve.
You’ve always had the ability to make me smile by just being there.
You breathe out cigarette smoke, the wisps trailing the air in the enclosed space. I turn my head, gaze outside at the passing trees and plantations and the occasional car or two, wishing I could condense this content I feel - pure undiluted happiness, no stress, just love - into a love potion I can drink when our love exists no longer.
I frown at the slight melancholy my thoughts’ direction has taken, and sigh inwardly because its true, we’ve never declared our affection in love-forever because forever didn’t last, but always did.
You glance at me in the corner of your eyes, rub your thumb over the back of my hand comfortingly in gentle circles. We’re going to visit your parents in the morning, you’ve missed them (As you’ve whispered countless mornings while holding me close, breathing promises of always-love) and anyway, they’ve always liked me most out of the band. I chuckle at that slightly egoistic thought.
You look at me and giggle as if I were crazy, sighing and laughing to myself. (I am; im crazy in love, Yuu)
Until mornings cease to exist, and for now,
I love you always.
For being mine.
