TotA: The Past Still Lives On
Title: The Past Still Lives On
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Luke/Guy
Rating: PG-13
Other:
He was a child, - a newborn child, now you know that - as he asked you for the first time.
"Your eyes are sad. Why?"
You shrugged it off, ignored it... Ignored him You didn't want to talk about your past, did not want to talk to anyone. Especially not to him.
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Two years later, and he asked you again; But now he watched you more closely, spoke more fluently. He was thirteen, or better, you thought he was.
Still, you did not want to talk about it. But this time, you smiled at him, trying to hide the sadness behind a cheerful mask. You know that you failed, but he still answered with the same affection, taking your hand, following you wherever you led him.
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And now he lies beside you, close to you. You can smell the scent of his hair. You breathe in, breathe out, and he mumbles, gives a little noise in his sleep before he draws even closer.
He had asked you again, and you had shot him your usual smile. But this time, your smile did not work. This time, he suddenly touched your face, kissed you gently on the forehead, whispered sweet nothings against your skin, things of "it" being okay and him being there. This time, you had broken down. This time, he could see what was hidden behind the mask, could see the desperation and fear and pain, oh-so-much pain. He did not understand it, but he felt for you. He clearly did.
So this time, you let him have what he wanted. This time, you gave yourself to him, into his hands, and you tried not to think about everything, everything that happened, but forced yourself just to feel instead. Feel him, feel his hands roaming, feel his breath on your skin, and you closed your blue eyes, now filled with a much deeper emotion covering the pain -- passion.
Hours later, and you are skill awake. Still feel him. Still think about what had happened.
Still, you did not want to talk about the past. Not with anyone, not with him. But seeing his long, orange-red locks curling around both of you and feeling his skin rubbing gently against your own, you find yourself thinking that there are maybe, just maybe, better ways to cope with what had happened in your past.
And possibly, that it was time to move on.
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Luke/Guy
Rating: PG-13
Other:
He was a child, - a newborn child, now you know that - as he asked you for the first time.
"Your eyes are sad. Why?"
You shrugged it off, ignored it... Ignored him You didn't want to talk about your past, did not want to talk to anyone. Especially not to him.
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Two years later, and he asked you again; But now he watched you more closely, spoke more fluently. He was thirteen, or better, you thought he was.
Still, you did not want to talk about it. But this time, you smiled at him, trying to hide the sadness behind a cheerful mask. You know that you failed, but he still answered with the same affection, taking your hand, following you wherever you led him.
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And now he lies beside you, close to you. You can smell the scent of his hair. You breathe in, breathe out, and he mumbles, gives a little noise in his sleep before he draws even closer.
He had asked you again, and you had shot him your usual smile. But this time, your smile did not work. This time, he suddenly touched your face, kissed you gently on the forehead, whispered sweet nothings against your skin, things of "it" being okay and him being there. This time, you had broken down. This time, he could see what was hidden behind the mask, could see the desperation and fear and pain, oh-so-much pain. He did not understand it, but he felt for you. He clearly did.
So this time, you let him have what he wanted. This time, you gave yourself to him, into his hands, and you tried not to think about everything, everything that happened, but forced yourself just to feel instead. Feel him, feel his hands roaming, feel his breath on your skin, and you closed your blue eyes, now filled with a much deeper emotion covering the pain -- passion.
Hours later, and you are skill awake. Still feel him. Still think about what had happened.
Still, you did not want to talk about the past. Not with anyone, not with him. But seeing his long, orange-red locks curling around both of you and feeling his skin rubbing gently against your own, you find yourself thinking that there are maybe, just maybe, better ways to cope with what had happened in your past.
And possibly, that it was time to move on.