I am ashes where once I was fire [DRABBLE]
Title: I am ashes where once I was fire
Chapters: DRABBLE
Genre: Romance. Angst.
Warnings: Tears. Angst.
Ratings: PG-13
Pairings: AoixUruha
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: When love goes down...
Comments: Inspired by the very active social PSC life of Aoi. Title is from a poem of Lord Byron (to the Countess of Blessington).
The silence is creeping and Uruha watches. The smoke vanishing into the air of the meeting room, the way Ruki's lips move, exhaling ghostly plumes and how the whole world around him is like mute.
He doesn't hear.
He's waiting for the night to fall and for the stars to shine.
He's waiting for the Pole Star. The first guest, the awaited.
He's waiting for his compass. He's existing through him.
A look from him, Uruha feels special. A smile from him, Uruha feels loved. A kiss from him, Uruha tastes happiness.
When they make love, Uruha feels plain. Complete.
And when he's not around...It's like an unachieved piece.
Uruha feels forgotten.
Maybe it's a Freudian slip?
And he's here.
His smile can't even cure the sadness living inside, growing with the calm of a tree.
Not anymore.
- Where were you again?
Aoi almost glares at the harsh tone, yearning for Uruha's sweet voice.
- Out.
Uruha turns around and closes himself up in his world: singing strings, dancing notes, birthing songs.
And he ignores the scratching against his door.
And he denies the tear drops.
Silence remains.
Untold words are kept deep inside. Uruha's gasping, choking at his own soul.
Each day is the same.
Their consuming passion doesn't burn anymore.
And Uruha wonders if there are any magic words to light it up again.
What is left of our love in the ashes?
Aoi yells and Uruha flinches.
- You make reproaches but the one who's escaping is you!
Perhaps it's true. Uruha knows that all this time, his arms weren't around Aoi's body but his guitars.
That they weren't talking anymore but that the only sounds around him were music notes.
And it makes him cry.
There's no rival. Aoi's the love of his life and music is what brought them together.
- Live in this world, with me.
Uruha thinks he should stop retreating, stop withdrawing himself from reality.
Even if it hurts.
It's warm when Aoi is pulling him close.
It burns when Aoi is kissing his lips.
Our love isn't carbon.
The ashes are red.
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I wasn't up to make it longer. It just flowed this way in fact. Oh and yes, inspired by the billion tweet-from-the-man-who-deleted-his-twitter-account-but-still-tweet-anyway. This one from Chiyu's account. Because, Aoi is soooo hanging around with his kouhais and Uruha's so forever alone and IDK, I thought it could make a brilliant piece of angst. Uruha's so shy and Aoi's so easy going...You know, often in a couple, both sides make stupid mistakes and believe things that are mostly wrong.
Chapters: DRABBLE
Genre: Romance. Angst.
Warnings: Tears. Angst.
Ratings: PG-13
Pairings: AoixUruha
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: When love goes down...
Comments: Inspired by the very active social PSC life of Aoi. Title is from a poem of Lord Byron (to the Countess of Blessington).
The silence is creeping and Uruha watches. The smoke vanishing into the air of the meeting room, the way Ruki's lips move, exhaling ghostly plumes and how the whole world around him is like mute.
He doesn't hear.
He's waiting for the night to fall and for the stars to shine.
He's waiting for the Pole Star. The first guest, the awaited.
He's waiting for his compass. He's existing through him.
A look from him, Uruha feels special. A smile from him, Uruha feels loved. A kiss from him, Uruha tastes happiness.
When they make love, Uruha feels plain. Complete.
And when he's not around...It's like an unachieved piece.
Uruha feels forgotten.
Maybe it's a Freudian slip?
And he's here.
His smile can't even cure the sadness living inside, growing with the calm of a tree.
Not anymore.
- Where were you again?
Aoi almost glares at the harsh tone, yearning for Uruha's sweet voice.
- Out.
Uruha turns around and closes himself up in his world: singing strings, dancing notes, birthing songs.
And he ignores the scratching against his door.
And he denies the tear drops.
Silence remains.
Untold words are kept deep inside. Uruha's gasping, choking at his own soul.
Each day is the same.
Their consuming passion doesn't burn anymore.
And Uruha wonders if there are any magic words to light it up again.
What is left of our love in the ashes?
Aoi yells and Uruha flinches.
- You make reproaches but the one who's escaping is you!
Perhaps it's true. Uruha knows that all this time, his arms weren't around Aoi's body but his guitars.
That they weren't talking anymore but that the only sounds around him were music notes.
And it makes him cry.
There's no rival. Aoi's the love of his life and music is what brought them together.
- Live in this world, with me.
Uruha thinks he should stop retreating, stop withdrawing himself from reality.
Even if it hurts.
It's warm when Aoi is pulling him close.
It burns when Aoi is kissing his lips.
Our love isn't carbon.
The ashes are red.
-----------------------
I wasn't up to make it longer. It just flowed this way in fact. Oh and yes, inspired by the billion tweet-from-the-man-who-deleted-his-twitter-account-but-still-tweet-anyway. This one from Chiyu's account. Because, Aoi is soooo hanging around with his kouhais and Uruha's so forever alone and IDK, I thought it could make a brilliant piece of angst. Uruha's so shy and Aoi's so easy going...You know, often in a couple, both sides make stupid mistakes and believe things that are mostly wrong.