[ficlet] Byakuran/Lotti - K - "Transcending Time."
Title: Transcending Time
Author: emorial
For: Nobody.
Characters: Byakuran, Lotti Baskerville.
Warnings: None.
Rating: K
Genre: Angst, Romance.
Pairings: Byakuran/Lotti.
Summary: Just a fic I wrote to release some angst craving that I've been wanting to write for a while. Nothing too special.
One week.
Had time really gone by so fast? Thoughts scattered through her head while pink oculars stared through her companions, as if they had been replaced with just a silhouette. Standing and doing nothing wouldn’t go unnoticed for much longer, at this rate. Perhaps it was time she moved on to a better place for the sake of her make-shift family.
Something inside her chest tightened at the thought that something like that would grace her presence.
Maybe everything was just as transparent as when she first met him.
* * *
Five days.
Taking a walk hadn’t always been an activity he had been interested in, but times had changed. Anything to get him out of his room, out of the building, out of his guilt. Anybody seeing him walking down the street could point out he was a different man from the time of his ruthless conquer. To believe it or not, it would always be the other’s final choice. Yet, it wasn’t as if he cared about what others thought about him. He never had.
At least not until she came into his life and touched him with a light he’d never seen before. Eased eyes glanced at the sun, squinting against the rays of light pouring down upon him. A hand lifted to aid against the light draining his ability to see.
Nothing could blind him as brilliantly as what he saw inside of her.
* * *
Three days.
It had been hard to get this far without the aid of anybody to get her across the terrain. Walking had worn her down to something so pitiful that even a mirror would shatter at first glance. The first sight of home that imprinted in her eyes brought a wave of relief to her as she stumbled forward, approaching the goal of her travels. Tears welled against dry vision as she fell to her hands and knees, hanging her head and panting softly. Home. She was finally home.
Drops dampened the ground beneath her head as she remained motionless, mouth dry and throat rasping for air. Home didn’t have this feeling. What was this place to her, anymore, other than shirked off memories and reminders of everything she’d lost? This wasn’t home.
Where she belonged was a place barricaded by the words of God himself.
* * *
Two and one half days.
He’d become lost.
Nothing would bring her back to him despite how much his heart tried to recall those last words. Bitter tastes lingered on his lips as he clenched his eyes shut, trying to forget he ever said those things. Even he thought childish of what the subject had been during their final exchange. But wasn’t that the kind of life he always wanted? No meaning. No responsibility. No cares. Just entertainment for him and him alone.
This wasn’t what he wanted. Even after realizing this, he knew it was far too late to retrieve what he so carelessly cast aside.
Even he could tell that immortality couldn’t stop the endless bleeding on the inside of her heart.
* * *
One hour.
Selfish. He had always been so selfish when it came to her, and she knew it the first moment she saw him.
Expecting him to change would have been too much, and who’s to say that real love is something to change others rather than accept who they are? To her, it’s all just excuses to mold someone into the perfect replacement of your needs. Instead, she molded herself to fit his style to make him happy. His smiles were worth a thousand words and all she got in return was bleeding veins and bruised emotions. To disappear would be the greatest thing she could ever welcome with arms wide open.
Uncertainty sunk into the pit of her stomach as she stormed out of the building.
She was sure it was just a misunderstanding of her own feelings. She brushed it aside without regret.
* * *
Thirty minutes.
Anger screamed through his body as he sat on the edge of his bed, his hands wrapped around his chin while his relentless gaze burned a hole through the ground. His door was locked, lights beaming around him with ricochets of unending white. To anybody walking in the room, it was as if a bomb shell had gone off and a mass of dead people were piled into the center of the room, a significant sign of emotions being discarded that was claimed to be unneeded.
Why need them when it only brought you pain? Allowing someone to have the power to crush him after all he worked for wasn’t required anymore. Nothing like that ever would in his life time.
A tinge of regret slipped past the deleting process. Nails dug into his palms, blood soaking into the soft tips of his fingers.
He’d lost her.
* * *
Zero hour.
Yelling. Hatred. Screaming.
Fists weren’t raised, but words had always been enough to caused agonizing pain to each other during their time entwined in one another. Who needed violence when you could cripple them with a low blow by something so fragile you could crush it beneath the very hands you use to adore them with?
The room flooded with sounds it had never heard before, causing distress around the two as they tried to settle one of many arguments they’ve had several times before. Even in this waking hour, they had never hit a note so bad that their voices had to be raised. This time was supposed to be no different. This time it was supposed to be resolved as if everything was fine, just like the listless times they had done it before.
This time everything fell apart.
“Get out. Now,” he growled, his hand pressing her against the wall as a sharp glare gleamed down on her. “I don’t want to see your face here ever again.”
Shocked coursed through her veins as she stared at him, doubts and fears raising up from the corners of her heart. No words could describe the amount of weight she felt gravity drop on her. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed at his wrist in desperation for him to release her. Only moments later was her wish granted as he stood away, watching her as she moved automatically to grab her things she brought and leave through the door without another word.
He could only stand and listen as her footsteps echoed through the lengthy halls until they faded into nothing but a memory.
She could only keep walking as she heard the door click behind her, those lasting words between them resounding in her heart with the voice she once adored.
* * *
Their time ran out; forever frozen in place between the two as fate so deemed.
Author: emorial
For: Nobody.
Characters: Byakuran, Lotti Baskerville.
Warnings: None.
Rating: K
Genre: Angst, Romance.
Pairings: Byakuran/Lotti.
Summary: Just a fic I wrote to release some angst craving that I've been wanting to write for a while. Nothing too special.
One week.
Had time really gone by so fast? Thoughts scattered through her head while pink oculars stared through her companions, as if they had been replaced with just a silhouette. Standing and doing nothing wouldn’t go unnoticed for much longer, at this rate. Perhaps it was time she moved on to a better place for the sake of her make-shift family.
Something inside her chest tightened at the thought that something like that would grace her presence.
Maybe everything was just as transparent as when she first met him.
* * *
Five days.
Taking a walk hadn’t always been an activity he had been interested in, but times had changed. Anything to get him out of his room, out of the building, out of his guilt. Anybody seeing him walking down the street could point out he was a different man from the time of his ruthless conquer. To believe it or not, it would always be the other’s final choice. Yet, it wasn’t as if he cared about what others thought about him. He never had.
At least not until she came into his life and touched him with a light he’d never seen before. Eased eyes glanced at the sun, squinting against the rays of light pouring down upon him. A hand lifted to aid against the light draining his ability to see.
Nothing could blind him as brilliantly as what he saw inside of her.
* * *
Three days.
It had been hard to get this far without the aid of anybody to get her across the terrain. Walking had worn her down to something so pitiful that even a mirror would shatter at first glance. The first sight of home that imprinted in her eyes brought a wave of relief to her as she stumbled forward, approaching the goal of her travels. Tears welled against dry vision as she fell to her hands and knees, hanging her head and panting softly. Home. She was finally home.
Drops dampened the ground beneath her head as she remained motionless, mouth dry and throat rasping for air. Home didn’t have this feeling. What was this place to her, anymore, other than shirked off memories and reminders of everything she’d lost? This wasn’t home.
Where she belonged was a place barricaded by the words of God himself.
* * *
Two and one half days.
He’d become lost.
Nothing would bring her back to him despite how much his heart tried to recall those last words. Bitter tastes lingered on his lips as he clenched his eyes shut, trying to forget he ever said those things. Even he thought childish of what the subject had been during their final exchange. But wasn’t that the kind of life he always wanted? No meaning. No responsibility. No cares. Just entertainment for him and him alone.
This wasn’t what he wanted. Even after realizing this, he knew it was far too late to retrieve what he so carelessly cast aside.
Even he could tell that immortality couldn’t stop the endless bleeding on the inside of her heart.
* * *
One hour.
Selfish. He had always been so selfish when it came to her, and she knew it the first moment she saw him.
Expecting him to change would have been too much, and who’s to say that real love is something to change others rather than accept who they are? To her, it’s all just excuses to mold someone into the perfect replacement of your needs. Instead, she molded herself to fit his style to make him happy. His smiles were worth a thousand words and all she got in return was bleeding veins and bruised emotions. To disappear would be the greatest thing she could ever welcome with arms wide open.
Uncertainty sunk into the pit of her stomach as she stormed out of the building.
She was sure it was just a misunderstanding of her own feelings. She brushed it aside without regret.
* * *
Thirty minutes.
Anger screamed through his body as he sat on the edge of his bed, his hands wrapped around his chin while his relentless gaze burned a hole through the ground. His door was locked, lights beaming around him with ricochets of unending white. To anybody walking in the room, it was as if a bomb shell had gone off and a mass of dead people were piled into the center of the room, a significant sign of emotions being discarded that was claimed to be unneeded.
Why need them when it only brought you pain? Allowing someone to have the power to crush him after all he worked for wasn’t required anymore. Nothing like that ever would in his life time.
A tinge of regret slipped past the deleting process. Nails dug into his palms, blood soaking into the soft tips of his fingers.
He’d lost her.
* * *
Zero hour.
Yelling. Hatred. Screaming.
Fists weren’t raised, but words had always been enough to caused agonizing pain to each other during their time entwined in one another. Who needed violence when you could cripple them with a low blow by something so fragile you could crush it beneath the very hands you use to adore them with?
The room flooded with sounds it had never heard before, causing distress around the two as they tried to settle one of many arguments they’ve had several times before. Even in this waking hour, they had never hit a note so bad that their voices had to be raised. This time was supposed to be no different. This time it was supposed to be resolved as if everything was fine, just like the listless times they had done it before.
This time everything fell apart.
“Get out. Now,” he growled, his hand pressing her against the wall as a sharp glare gleamed down on her. “I don’t want to see your face here ever again.”
Shocked coursed through her veins as she stared at him, doubts and fears raising up from the corners of her heart. No words could describe the amount of weight she felt gravity drop on her. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed at his wrist in desperation for him to release her. Only moments later was her wish granted as he stood away, watching her as she moved automatically to grab her things she brought and leave through the door without another word.
He could only stand and listen as her footsteps echoed through the lengthy halls until they faded into nothing but a memory.
She could only keep walking as she heard the door click behind her, those lasting words between them resounding in her heart with the voice she once adored.
* * *
Their time ran out; forever frozen in place between the two as fate so deemed.