Suzaku+Euphie Drabble // "Happiness"
Drabble // Theme - “Happiness”
Pairing(s)/Character(s);; Suzaku+Euphemia
Fandom;; Code Geass
Categories;; Friendship/Romance
Rating;; K+
Warnings;; Het
Summary;;“…down to the last atom, she radiates happiness, beauty.”
Author’s Notes;; this is for May~~ I hope it's satisfactory, my love. I couldn't help but add some angst. = v =
Happiness is sitting with her on the grass, just the two of them staring up at the blue sky above. So far away from society, from the war, from all the death and despair. It’s just them, and now he’s holding her hand. He’s nervous; he’s sweating. She doesn’t mind it, or at least she doesn’t seem to. If it bothers her, she doesn’t let it show on her expression. She merely continues staring up at the clouds and her smile broadens when she sees a cloud that resembles something. She’s staring at the sky and he’s staring at her from the corner of his eye. His cheeks are a faint, faint pink, he knows, and his heart is beating so fast.
“Suzaku.”
And he sputters, jumping slightly, frightened to suddenly hear her voice. She smiles at him and tilts her head. He can see the amusement in her eyes, but it isn’t mocking. “You should be watching the clouds, not me.” And her tone is soft, soothing. It isn’t reprimanding or sharp, disgusted.
Then she stands and his hand is empty, lonely without its companion. He stares up at her, his mouth open ever so slightly and his eyes practically begging her to come back. She stares back and he has to look away. He can’t look at those wide, blue eyes without being reminded of his own slanted, green pair. Yes, he is Japanese, unlike her. She is a Britannian, a princess on top of that, and he is a hated Eleven. She doesn’t care about the differences between them, but he can’t help but be reminded of how hopeless it is whenever he makes eye contact with her.
The space next to him is then occupied once again and a small hand is slipped into his own.
Pairing(s)/Character(s);; Suzaku+Euphemia
Fandom;; Code Geass
Categories;; Friendship/Romance
Rating;; K+
Warnings;; Het
Summary;;“…down to the last atom, she radiates happiness, beauty.”
Author’s Notes;; this is for May~~ I hope it's satisfactory, my love. I couldn't help but add some angst. = v =
Happiness is sitting with her on the grass, just the two of them staring up at the blue sky above. So far away from society, from the war, from all the death and despair. It’s just them, and now he’s holding her hand. He’s nervous; he’s sweating. She doesn’t mind it, or at least she doesn’t seem to. If it bothers her, she doesn’t let it show on her expression. She merely continues staring up at the clouds and her smile broadens when she sees a cloud that resembles something. She’s staring at the sky and he’s staring at her from the corner of his eye. His cheeks are a faint, faint pink, he knows, and his heart is beating so fast.
“Suzaku.”
And he sputters, jumping slightly, frightened to suddenly hear her voice. She smiles at him and tilts her head. He can see the amusement in her eyes, but it isn’t mocking. “You should be watching the clouds, not me.” And her tone is soft, soothing. It isn’t reprimanding or sharp, disgusted.
Then she stands and his hand is empty, lonely without its companion. He stares up at her, his mouth open ever so slightly and his eyes practically begging her to come back. She stares back and he has to look away. He can’t look at those wide, blue eyes without being reminded of his own slanted, green pair. Yes, he is Japanese, unlike her. She is a Britannian, a princess on top of that, and he is a hated Eleven. She doesn’t care about the differences between them, but he can’t help but be reminded of how hopeless it is whenever he makes eye contact with her.
The space next to him is then occupied once again and a small hand is slipped into his own.