[Star Ocean 2] 50 Sentences for Dias/Claude
Fandom: Star Ocean 2
Pairing: DiasxClaude, of course
Rating: everything from G to R, so beware
Warnings: mentions of blood (oh noez) and sex (double oh noez)
Disclaimer: I don't own the shiny.
1 - Comfort
He had always told himself that he did not need comfort, in any shape or form, so he told himself there was no hunger gnawing at his heart, and no gratitude for that one person's silent, steadfast company.
2 - Kiss
People usually gave him a more than respectful berth, and he himself tended not to approach anyone for more than casual sex, which was really the only explanation he could give for freezing up completely when there were suddenly lips on his, or the most undignified noise that escaped him when Claude finally got fed up with his unresponsiveness and simply slipped him the tongue.
3 - Pain
This was nothing, he told himself as he cut down another assailant, that wasn't his blood dyeing the side of his shirt and beginning to seep through his pants, this was insignificant, and as his senses finally left him, he told himself he imagined the howl of anguish and outrage.
4 - Soft
"Congratulations on reaching the afterlife, you ass," a familiar voice said, radiating anger, warmth and grim humor all at once, "Your punishment is to haunt me forever"; Dias gave up on trying to open his eyes, instead choosing to listen to the voice cursing him softly in every language he knew, and felt grateful to be lying on something so soft.
5 - Potatoes
"Careful," he remarked casually as he peeled back the foil surrounding his sweet potato, smirking as, right on cue, his companion dropped his own treat back on his plate with a loud clatter, "It's hot"; Claude merely glared at him between fanning his burnt tongue and bit out, "You 'on' 'ay!"
6 - Rain
If he started making excuses like being dead on his feet for not resisting, or even expecting, the shove that sent him into the rickety chair and the cloth that was thrown at his head, he figured he might as well believe his own claim for temporary insanity when he started humming at the feel of Claude's fingers slowly rubbing his hair dry.
7 - Chocolate
Claude always bemoaned the lack of chocolate rations on their travels, and never passed up the opportunity to get himself a huge, messy, chocolate-oozing treat when they reached a town; Dias satisfied his own latent cravings for sweets by resorting to cleaning up Claude's face and embarrassing the boy hopelessly in public.
8 - Happiness
He had always known that happiness was a fleeting thing; it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him that it was to be found in fleeting things, as well, things like the sun on his face and a hand on his shoulder and a laugh in his ear.
9 - Telephone
He turned the small gadget Claude called a "communicator" over in his hands, recalling all the wondrous things he had been told it could do, and wondered why Claude seemed so happy that no voice ever resounded from within its alien shell.
10 - Ears
Claude kept doing things for him that nobody else had done in a long time, or ever before, and Dias permitted them, pretending that he did not understand that Claude was saying "I like you" as much as a lack of actual words would allow; Dias pretended not to return the gestures - accidents, all of them, involuntary reactions - but most of all, he pretended not to be able to hear the small voice at the back of his mind, the one that was testing out the words, "I like you, too."
11 - Name
Claude usually addressed him as, "Hey, you..." and, when he was feeling silly, invented half a million nicknames to get Dias' attention, but nothing made Dias pay attention faster than when Claude called him by his given name.
12 - Sensuality
"Mmmn, see? I told you this was nice," Claude said, stretching luxuriously and slipping into a reclining position to dip his legs deeper into the cool stream; Dias didn't reply, instead opting to slouch a little more, trying to recapture the feeling of Claude's hair sliding against the bare skin of his throat.
13 - Death
Sleep, more often than not, gifted him with dreams of his family - living, dead, and dying - and although he knew it was just his subconscious playing tricks on him, the dreams made it that much harder to move on.
14 - Sex
Their joining was always hard and fast and wonderful, but what he liked best about it came afterwards, breathing into the crook of Claude's neck as he slowly regained his senses, feeling two sets of fingers wandering down his spine, when he realized he was still there, in the same world, as the same person, unchanged - and was, for once, okay with it.
15 - Touch
It was wonderful how pliable Claude was when he was still more than half asleep, and trying to get him to make all kinds of noises was a game Dias never got tired of, so he tried digging his fingers into the pressure points below his collarbone and hearing him moan, or spider-walking them down his chest to his stomach to the sound of an explosive laugh, or brushing them over the backs of his knees until Claude squawked and kicked him away and then tried to exact his revenge.
16 - Weakness
Sometimes, there would be a voice that berated him for allowing another person so close, but he usually pushed it away; what was done was done, and he had been nothing but strong for a very long time - he deserved to have one weakness.
17 - Tears
He remembered vaguely how to comfort crying little girls with scraped knees and elbows, but the hands that were now fisted into his shirt were bigger and calloused, and the tears soaking his neck belonged to a young man, and Dias felt completely out of his depth.
18 - Speed
Three years had passed like nothing, and when Claude quietly remarked on it one morning, examining the passage of time in the length of his hair and the tan of his skin, Dias felt strangely compelled to ask him if he had ever thought that he would spend them like this; Claude smiled at his own reflection in the mirror and answered, "I dreamed of something along those lines, yes."
19 - Wind
Out of sheer reflex, he grabbed Claude by his cloak as the other leaned over the edge of the cliff, listening to the wind howl in the chasms and across the snowfields below them.
20 - Freedom
Laughing, Claude turned around, catching the hand fisted tightly in his cloak - "What, afraid I'm going to fly away?" - and Dias saw no real harm in answering, "Maybe."
21 - Life
Sometimes, when he caught Claude looking at the sky late at night, he could not help but wonder what kind of life he had had beyond the sea of stars, and what kind of strength it must have taken him to leave it behind.
22 - Jealousy
Really, Dias assured the part of himself that was growling and making his hands want to clench into fists, there was nothing at all wrong with Claude greeting an old friend, and Rena had always liberally inflicted her hugs on people, whether they did or did not welcome them, and just because Claude was welcoming them did not mean Dias had to start behaving like an idiot.
23 - Hands
In the beginning, Claude's hands had been white and soft and full of blisters, unaccustomed to wielding a sword, but now they were darker from the sun, the skin thick and rough, nicked here and there with small scars, much like his own - and that thought was inexplicably gratifying.
24 - Taste
"I wish this world had portable coolers," Claude moaned as he leaned back on the bench, tilting his head and trying to lick the last remnants of ice cream from within the soaked cone, but Dias barely heard him - the beads of sweat trailing down Claude's neck and pooling in the hollow of his throat had called his attention a long time ago, his own ice cream dribbling onto his fingers, forgotten.
25 - Devotion
There were no grand confessions, no vows and no pledges, no contracts or symbols that bound them together, but it was nice to know that Claude stayed with him anyway.
26 - Forever
At first, he had wanted to die, then he had wanted to kill, finally, he had simply wished to live the life that was his to its end - but now, he wanted forever.
27 - Blood
There was blood, so much blood, and he knew logically that it couldn't all be Claude's; it was half an eternity before he had located the wound and applied a compress, dizzy with the realization that, even if it had only been for a moment, he had been truly afraid.
28 - Sickness
After a week, Claude was still weak from the blood loss, but that didn't stop him from teasing as he allowed himself to be spoon-fed -"You make such a good nurse, are you sure you didn't miss your calling?" - Dias just snorted, "It'll take more than that stunt for you to see me in a skirt."
29 - Melody
Claude had taken to humming off-key and using his unwilling dance partner's arm to twirl back and forth to the upbeat tune as he pulled him along towards the festival.
30 - Star
From time to time, Claude would point at the night sky and begin naming planets, suns, systems, he would recite gravity charts and planetary classes, talk about atmospheric compositions and alien life forms, mixing facts and stories, and although Dias did not pretend to understand even half of what was being said, he understood that it was enough for Claude if he simply listened.
31 - Home
It had been a long time since he had last come here, years upon years of trying to forget and avoiding the stone reminder, so he silently apologized for taking so long as Claude finished placing the lilies near the headstone, stepping back and smiling up at him encouragingly, and suddenly, he thought his family might forgive him for it.
32 - Confusion
He did not know why Rena chose to let Claude go without a word of protest, and he did not understand why Claude left; he did not understand why Claude chose to go with him, either, but what he understood least of all was why he did not mind that as much as he should have.
33 - Fear
Before himself, he could admit that while the rest of him chanted "I can't" - I can't relax, I can't let go, I can't get close - there was one small part that was flat-out terrified that maybe, just maybe, he could.
34 - Lightning/Thunder
When the rain finally hit, it fell in drenching sheets, the wind whipping the water against the rows of houses, and Dias slowed down to a jog, knowing full well they would never reach the inn with even an inch of skin left dry anyway, but Claude grabbed his hand and looked at him with eyes so bright and alive they could rival the lightning, and suddenly he couldn't get inside fast enough.
35 - Bonds
He did not know what to call it, did not even know what exactly it was that was turning their silences into companionable ones, or his sniping into teasing, or Claude's anger into laughter, but he could no longer deny that something was happening between them, and whatever it was could not seem to be stopped.
36 - Market
Girls liked to flirt with Claude because he was handsome and friendly and approachable, the latter two being characteristics his companion definitely did not share, and Dias had taken to hanging back and letting Claude talk himself out of it for the most part, unless one of them got really insistent - then he had no qualms about demonstrating that Claude was off the market.
37 - Technology
Sometimes he really wished he simply knew the things Claude kept peppering his speech with, just so that it would spare him the headache of trying to make sense of Claude's endless explanations.
38 - Gift
Claude's birthday gift consisted of a needle, heated in a flame, quickly jabbed through his left earlobe - once Claude stopped complaining, Dias clicked the small silver stud in place, leaving Claude to examine the tiny gray pearl dangling from his ear in the mirror; suddenly Claude laughed fondly and shook his head, "I always knew you were a closet mother hen and this proves it. I can't believe you got me a shield earring!"
39 - Smile
Dias had never met anybody who smiled so much before - it seemed like Claude had a smile for everyone he met, friendly, kind and encouraging; it took him a while to understand that Claude smiled differently for his friends, with an added warmth, an added joy, and even longer until he first discovered the smile, private and confident and happy, that was meant only for him.
40 - Innocence
Sometimes, he took a step back and observed them both from a distance, and quietly wondered how a man who was so similar to him, who had seen so much and done so much and been so much, could have retained a core of such perfect, simple happiness.
41 - Completion
He holds onto Claude tightly as he reaches completion, burying his face in his shoulder to muffle his moans.
42 - Clouds
There was something unexpectedly pleasant in simply lying there, gaze fixed on the clouds above, and thinking about nothing, right until Claude nudged him with his leg and pointed, "That one looks like a bunny."
43 - Sky
He never asked what Claude thought of when he went quiet like this, staring up into the sky - day or night of little consequence - his smile gone and his eyes more wistful than sad; he never asked, because he could imagine.
44 - Heaven
He did not believe in concepts like heaven and hell, or any other spiritual pseudo-explanations of life and death, virtue and sin, but if there was a place where the dead lingered, he wanted it to be a good place.
45 - Hell
Claude was not hard to find, and Dias pushed away the nagging voice that was asking him what he was doing, why he was doing it, why he was even thinking that he could help--- Claude did not seem to mind his company, and though he didn't - couldn't - offer any comforting words, he hoped that Claude would understand what he was trying to convey; here was another man who had lost everything, and for the better or worse, he had lived through it.
46 - Sun
Dias used to wake up at least an hour before the first light of dawn, as he found morning the best time to get things done efficiently and quickly; now, he still woke up early, but found it impossible to do anything he deemed constructive, because Claude liked to fall asleep on top of him and would not be removed.
47 - Moon
Hopeless romantics believed that sharing a bed with someone eliminated all chances of nightmares; Dias knew for a fact that this was nothing but a fairytale, but found that Claude's presence, his scent and shifting and steady breathing, helped to lull him back to sleep.
48 - Waves
He allowed himself to close his eyes to the rhythmic sound of the sea crashing to the shore - Claude wouldn't be back anytime soon; when Claude did come back, his hands and pockets full of wet sand and shells - "But they were so pretty, and look here, that one's still got its other half, and it's pink inside, and that one's blue, and--" - Dias called him a packrat, so Claude stuck his tongue out and kicked sand at him, and Dias actually felt childish enough to try and kick sand back.
49 - Hair
He hated wasting time on these things, so when his bangs got into his eyes one too many times, he simply grabbed his boot knife and cut off the superfluous length; when Claude plopped down next to him and asked, "Do mine, too?" though, he found that he wanted to be much more careful.
50 - Supernova
Claude had abandoned complaining about the cold in favor of edging steadily closer, and even though Dias carefully monitored his progress and subtly inched away if the need arose, he still could not say how exactly Claude managed to end up plastered firmly to his side by the time the first fireworks exploded in the sky.
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A/N:
1) Yes, sap. Sap, sap and more sap. Also, sap. I like sap. ;D
2) Tweaking these things into singular sentences is hard. It didn't always work. I apologize for any confusion. It's my first try.
3) Scenes are jumbled. I rather like them that way.
4) I hope Dias doesn't come off as YTDAS. I tried hard to show different sides of him, and different tones of his voice, but his character is very difficult to write.
5) Shield earring stats: Enemy's physical attacks are reduced to 20% of their normal strength. Dias really is a mother hen. :P
6) Hurray for smut bits. We're getting there.
C&C is always welcome.
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Pairing: DiasxClaude, of course
Rating: everything from G to R, so beware
Warnings: mentions of blood (oh noez) and sex (double oh noez)
Disclaimer: I don't own the shiny.
1 - Comfort
He had always told himself that he did not need comfort, in any shape or form, so he told himself there was no hunger gnawing at his heart, and no gratitude for that one person's silent, steadfast company.
2 - Kiss
People usually gave him a more than respectful berth, and he himself tended not to approach anyone for more than casual sex, which was really the only explanation he could give for freezing up completely when there were suddenly lips on his, or the most undignified noise that escaped him when Claude finally got fed up with his unresponsiveness and simply slipped him the tongue.
3 - Pain
This was nothing, he told himself as he cut down another assailant, that wasn't his blood dyeing the side of his shirt and beginning to seep through his pants, this was insignificant, and as his senses finally left him, he told himself he imagined the howl of anguish and outrage.
4 - Soft
"Congratulations on reaching the afterlife, you ass," a familiar voice said, radiating anger, warmth and grim humor all at once, "Your punishment is to haunt me forever"; Dias gave up on trying to open his eyes, instead choosing to listen to the voice cursing him softly in every language he knew, and felt grateful to be lying on something so soft.
5 - Potatoes
"Careful," he remarked casually as he peeled back the foil surrounding his sweet potato, smirking as, right on cue, his companion dropped his own treat back on his plate with a loud clatter, "It's hot"; Claude merely glared at him between fanning his burnt tongue and bit out, "You 'on' 'ay!"
6 - Rain
If he started making excuses like being dead on his feet for not resisting, or even expecting, the shove that sent him into the rickety chair and the cloth that was thrown at his head, he figured he might as well believe his own claim for temporary insanity when he started humming at the feel of Claude's fingers slowly rubbing his hair dry.
7 - Chocolate
Claude always bemoaned the lack of chocolate rations on their travels, and never passed up the opportunity to get himself a huge, messy, chocolate-oozing treat when they reached a town; Dias satisfied his own latent cravings for sweets by resorting to cleaning up Claude's face and embarrassing the boy hopelessly in public.
8 - Happiness
He had always known that happiness was a fleeting thing; it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him that it was to be found in fleeting things, as well, things like the sun on his face and a hand on his shoulder and a laugh in his ear.
9 - Telephone
He turned the small gadget Claude called a "communicator" over in his hands, recalling all the wondrous things he had been told it could do, and wondered why Claude seemed so happy that no voice ever resounded from within its alien shell.
10 - Ears
Claude kept doing things for him that nobody else had done in a long time, or ever before, and Dias permitted them, pretending that he did not understand that Claude was saying "I like you" as much as a lack of actual words would allow; Dias pretended not to return the gestures - accidents, all of them, involuntary reactions - but most of all, he pretended not to be able to hear the small voice at the back of his mind, the one that was testing out the words, "I like you, too."
11 - Name
Claude usually addressed him as, "Hey, you..." and, when he was feeling silly, invented half a million nicknames to get Dias' attention, but nothing made Dias pay attention faster than when Claude called him by his given name.
12 - Sensuality
"Mmmn, see? I told you this was nice," Claude said, stretching luxuriously and slipping into a reclining position to dip his legs deeper into the cool stream; Dias didn't reply, instead opting to slouch a little more, trying to recapture the feeling of Claude's hair sliding against the bare skin of his throat.
13 - Death
Sleep, more often than not, gifted him with dreams of his family - living, dead, and dying - and although he knew it was just his subconscious playing tricks on him, the dreams made it that much harder to move on.
14 - Sex
Their joining was always hard and fast and wonderful, but what he liked best about it came afterwards, breathing into the crook of Claude's neck as he slowly regained his senses, feeling two sets of fingers wandering down his spine, when he realized he was still there, in the same world, as the same person, unchanged - and was, for once, okay with it.
15 - Touch
It was wonderful how pliable Claude was when he was still more than half asleep, and trying to get him to make all kinds of noises was a game Dias never got tired of, so he tried digging his fingers into the pressure points below his collarbone and hearing him moan, or spider-walking them down his chest to his stomach to the sound of an explosive laugh, or brushing them over the backs of his knees until Claude squawked and kicked him away and then tried to exact his revenge.
16 - Weakness
Sometimes, there would be a voice that berated him for allowing another person so close, but he usually pushed it away; what was done was done, and he had been nothing but strong for a very long time - he deserved to have one weakness.
17 - Tears
He remembered vaguely how to comfort crying little girls with scraped knees and elbows, but the hands that were now fisted into his shirt were bigger and calloused, and the tears soaking his neck belonged to a young man, and Dias felt completely out of his depth.
18 - Speed
Three years had passed like nothing, and when Claude quietly remarked on it one morning, examining the passage of time in the length of his hair and the tan of his skin, Dias felt strangely compelled to ask him if he had ever thought that he would spend them like this; Claude smiled at his own reflection in the mirror and answered, "I dreamed of something along those lines, yes."
19 - Wind
Out of sheer reflex, he grabbed Claude by his cloak as the other leaned over the edge of the cliff, listening to the wind howl in the chasms and across the snowfields below them.
20 - Freedom
Laughing, Claude turned around, catching the hand fisted tightly in his cloak - "What, afraid I'm going to fly away?" - and Dias saw no real harm in answering, "Maybe."
21 - Life
Sometimes, when he caught Claude looking at the sky late at night, he could not help but wonder what kind of life he had had beyond the sea of stars, and what kind of strength it must have taken him to leave it behind.
22 - Jealousy
Really, Dias assured the part of himself that was growling and making his hands want to clench into fists, there was nothing at all wrong with Claude greeting an old friend, and Rena had always liberally inflicted her hugs on people, whether they did or did not welcome them, and just because Claude was welcoming them did not mean Dias had to start behaving like an idiot.
23 - Hands
In the beginning, Claude's hands had been white and soft and full of blisters, unaccustomed to wielding a sword, but now they were darker from the sun, the skin thick and rough, nicked here and there with small scars, much like his own - and that thought was inexplicably gratifying.
24 - Taste
"I wish this world had portable coolers," Claude moaned as he leaned back on the bench, tilting his head and trying to lick the last remnants of ice cream from within the soaked cone, but Dias barely heard him - the beads of sweat trailing down Claude's neck and pooling in the hollow of his throat had called his attention a long time ago, his own ice cream dribbling onto his fingers, forgotten.
25 - Devotion
There were no grand confessions, no vows and no pledges, no contracts or symbols that bound them together, but it was nice to know that Claude stayed with him anyway.
26 - Forever
At first, he had wanted to die, then he had wanted to kill, finally, he had simply wished to live the life that was his to its end - but now, he wanted forever.
27 - Blood
There was blood, so much blood, and he knew logically that it couldn't all be Claude's; it was half an eternity before he had located the wound and applied a compress, dizzy with the realization that, even if it had only been for a moment, he had been truly afraid.
28 - Sickness
After a week, Claude was still weak from the blood loss, but that didn't stop him from teasing as he allowed himself to be spoon-fed -"You make such a good nurse, are you sure you didn't miss your calling?" - Dias just snorted, "It'll take more than that stunt for you to see me in a skirt."
29 - Melody
Claude had taken to humming off-key and using his unwilling dance partner's arm to twirl back and forth to the upbeat tune as he pulled him along towards the festival.
30 - Star
From time to time, Claude would point at the night sky and begin naming planets, suns, systems, he would recite gravity charts and planetary classes, talk about atmospheric compositions and alien life forms, mixing facts and stories, and although Dias did not pretend to understand even half of what was being said, he understood that it was enough for Claude if he simply listened.
31 - Home
It had been a long time since he had last come here, years upon years of trying to forget and avoiding the stone reminder, so he silently apologized for taking so long as Claude finished placing the lilies near the headstone, stepping back and smiling up at him encouragingly, and suddenly, he thought his family might forgive him for it.
32 - Confusion
He did not know why Rena chose to let Claude go without a word of protest, and he did not understand why Claude left; he did not understand why Claude chose to go with him, either, but what he understood least of all was why he did not mind that as much as he should have.
33 - Fear
Before himself, he could admit that while the rest of him chanted "I can't" - I can't relax, I can't let go, I can't get close - there was one small part that was flat-out terrified that maybe, just maybe, he could.
34 - Lightning/Thunder
When the rain finally hit, it fell in drenching sheets, the wind whipping the water against the rows of houses, and Dias slowed down to a jog, knowing full well they would never reach the inn with even an inch of skin left dry anyway, but Claude grabbed his hand and looked at him with eyes so bright and alive they could rival the lightning, and suddenly he couldn't get inside fast enough.
35 - Bonds
He did not know what to call it, did not even know what exactly it was that was turning their silences into companionable ones, or his sniping into teasing, or Claude's anger into laughter, but he could no longer deny that something was happening between them, and whatever it was could not seem to be stopped.
36 - Market
Girls liked to flirt with Claude because he was handsome and friendly and approachable, the latter two being characteristics his companion definitely did not share, and Dias had taken to hanging back and letting Claude talk himself out of it for the most part, unless one of them got really insistent - then he had no qualms about demonstrating that Claude was off the market.
37 - Technology
Sometimes he really wished he simply knew the things Claude kept peppering his speech with, just so that it would spare him the headache of trying to make sense of Claude's endless explanations.
38 - Gift
Claude's birthday gift consisted of a needle, heated in a flame, quickly jabbed through his left earlobe - once Claude stopped complaining, Dias clicked the small silver stud in place, leaving Claude to examine the tiny gray pearl dangling from his ear in the mirror; suddenly Claude laughed fondly and shook his head, "I always knew you were a closet mother hen and this proves it. I can't believe you got me a shield earring!"
39 - Smile
Dias had never met anybody who smiled so much before - it seemed like Claude had a smile for everyone he met, friendly, kind and encouraging; it took him a while to understand that Claude smiled differently for his friends, with an added warmth, an added joy, and even longer until he first discovered the smile, private and confident and happy, that was meant only for him.
40 - Innocence
Sometimes, he took a step back and observed them both from a distance, and quietly wondered how a man who was so similar to him, who had seen so much and done so much and been so much, could have retained a core of such perfect, simple happiness.
41 - Completion
He holds onto Claude tightly as he reaches completion, burying his face in his shoulder to muffle his moans.
42 - Clouds
There was something unexpectedly pleasant in simply lying there, gaze fixed on the clouds above, and thinking about nothing, right until Claude nudged him with his leg and pointed, "That one looks like a bunny."
43 - Sky
He never asked what Claude thought of when he went quiet like this, staring up into the sky - day or night of little consequence - his smile gone and his eyes more wistful than sad; he never asked, because he could imagine.
44 - Heaven
He did not believe in concepts like heaven and hell, or any other spiritual pseudo-explanations of life and death, virtue and sin, but if there was a place where the dead lingered, he wanted it to be a good place.
45 - Hell
Claude was not hard to find, and Dias pushed away the nagging voice that was asking him what he was doing, why he was doing it, why he was even thinking that he could help--- Claude did not seem to mind his company, and though he didn't - couldn't - offer any comforting words, he hoped that Claude would understand what he was trying to convey; here was another man who had lost everything, and for the better or worse, he had lived through it.
46 - Sun
Dias used to wake up at least an hour before the first light of dawn, as he found morning the best time to get things done efficiently and quickly; now, he still woke up early, but found it impossible to do anything he deemed constructive, because Claude liked to fall asleep on top of him and would not be removed.
47 - Moon
Hopeless romantics believed that sharing a bed with someone eliminated all chances of nightmares; Dias knew for a fact that this was nothing but a fairytale, but found that Claude's presence, his scent and shifting and steady breathing, helped to lull him back to sleep.
48 - Waves
He allowed himself to close his eyes to the rhythmic sound of the sea crashing to the shore - Claude wouldn't be back anytime soon; when Claude did come back, his hands and pockets full of wet sand and shells - "But they were so pretty, and look here, that one's still got its other half, and it's pink inside, and that one's blue, and--" - Dias called him a packrat, so Claude stuck his tongue out and kicked sand at him, and Dias actually felt childish enough to try and kick sand back.
49 - Hair
He hated wasting time on these things, so when his bangs got into his eyes one too many times, he simply grabbed his boot knife and cut off the superfluous length; when Claude plopped down next to him and asked, "Do mine, too?" though, he found that he wanted to be much more careful.
50 - Supernova
Claude had abandoned complaining about the cold in favor of edging steadily closer, and even though Dias carefully monitored his progress and subtly inched away if the need arose, he still could not say how exactly Claude managed to end up plastered firmly to his side by the time the first fireworks exploded in the sky.
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A/N:
1) Yes, sap. Sap, sap and more sap. Also, sap. I like sap. ;D
2) Tweaking these things into singular sentences is hard. It didn't always work. I apologize for any confusion. It's my first try.
3) Scenes are jumbled. I rather like them that way.
4) I hope Dias doesn't come off as YTDAS. I tried hard to show different sides of him, and different tones of his voice, but his character is very difficult to write.
5) Shield earring stats: Enemy's physical attacks are reduced to 20% of their normal strength. Dias really is a mother hen. :P
6) Hurray for smut bits. We're getting there.
C&C is always welcome.
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