[Fic] Comfort
Written on the spur of the moment (i.e. in the last 10 minutes):
Note: This is 5986.
Haru wished that someday Tsuna would be her Prince Charming. But a wish is just a wish, and will stay a wish.
-Sherenia
But hey Gokudera shall be your Prince Charming Haru. The one who will catch you by your wrist as the tears threaten to spill and embrace you in his arms as a means to comfort you.
-Toritogedoki
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She covered her face with her hands as she fled from the scene; at last, forced to accept the reality she had so staunchly refused to accept for almost a whole decade.
The tears brim in her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall.
She's stronger than that.
Yet, the pain still lances her chest as her heels clack over the pavement. She's waiting for something, she's waiting for .... something.
Is she simply waiting in vain?
An hand snags her by the wrist that trails out behind her, stalling her headlong dash and her body almost gets jerked backward, and sent sprawling into the dust. She twists to face her captor, the tears threatening to spill even as she glares at the handsome silver-haired man that grasps her wrist with such an outer calm, eyes filled with such compassion.
Wordlessly, he steps forward, saying all that needs to be said with those expressive green eyes holding a degree of pain that seemed akin to her own. His arms come forward and wind around her, pulling her to him gently.
Offering comfort, requesting comfort in kind.
That was a rarity, coming from this man.
She does not resist and settles into his arms as they wind around her firmly. Those deeply expressive eyes are hidden by long lashes as he bows his head into her hair, breathing evenly and deeply.
But that does not fool her.
As she rests her head against his firm, solid chest and warmth, she closes her eyes as she breathes in his unique smell, and at last...
She allows the tears to spill.
Note: This is 5986.
Haru wished that someday Tsuna would be her Prince Charming. But a wish is just a wish, and will stay a wish.
-Sherenia
But hey Gokudera shall be your Prince Charming Haru. The one who will catch you by your wrist as the tears threaten to spill and embrace you in his arms as a means to comfort you.
-Toritogedoki
---
She covered her face with her hands as she fled from the scene; at last, forced to accept the reality she had so staunchly refused to accept for almost a whole decade.
The tears brim in her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall.
She's stronger than that.
Yet, the pain still lances her chest as her heels clack over the pavement. She's waiting for something, she's waiting for .... something.
Is she simply waiting in vain?
An hand snags her by the wrist that trails out behind her, stalling her headlong dash and her body almost gets jerked backward, and sent sprawling into the dust. She twists to face her captor, the tears threatening to spill even as she glares at the handsome silver-haired man that grasps her wrist with such an outer calm, eyes filled with such compassion.
Wordlessly, he steps forward, saying all that needs to be said with those expressive green eyes holding a degree of pain that seemed akin to her own. His arms come forward and wind around her, pulling her to him gently.
Offering comfort, requesting comfort in kind.
That was a rarity, coming from this man.
She does not resist and settles into his arms as they wind around her firmly. Those deeply expressive eyes are hidden by long lashes as he bows his head into her hair, breathing evenly and deeply.
But that does not fool her.
As she rests her head against his firm, solid chest and warmth, she closes her eyes as she breathes in his unique smell, and at last...
She allows the tears to spill.