DRABBLE - What are you looking for?
Fandom: Alice Nine
Pairing: Hiroto/OFC
Rating: PG-13 (mild unsettling imagery)
He had never seen anything more beautiful.
Afternoon sunshine dipped between the trees, splotches of light drifting back and forth across the grassy forest floor while the breeze assured that everything stayed in motion. It splayed across her legs, and her face, and her hair, and she looked like a fragile porcelain doll that had been carelessly abandoned, a treasure that waited patiently for someone worthy to come along and stake a claim on her.
Something moved through the bushes behind him, whatever it was didn’t matter, he looked away and back in time to see that she had opened her eyes. They were a silvery shade of blue, washed out and pale like her skin and her long hair.
She didn’t seem surprised at waking to find herself being watched. In fact she surprised Hiroto, smiling as though she had been expecting him. At the same time, however, she was patronizing. He could already tell that she knew why he was there, that she knew what he wanted and how easily she could grant his wish, and he knew from the sad smile curling her lips and the coy glint in her cerulean eyes that she would not be giving herself to him.
She stood, movements fluid like water, and laced the tips of her fingers together, pressing them to her mouth. She bowed to him, and turned away to disappear amongst the shaded undergrowth.
Fear crept into Hiroto’s heart. In a second she would no longer be visible, he would probably never find her again in the labyrinthine woods. He pulled the bow from his back, unthinkingly, with one hand while the other grasped for a feathered arrow. She turned her head curiously at the dull sound of the arrow fitting in place against the shelf, the pained creak of the string pulling taut.
Her eyes stayed fixed on him, and the same smile on her lips, though she continued to back slowly away. Already she was almost entirely obscured in the dark, Hiroto couldn’t afford any time to debate with himself, he wanted her, he had to have her, he let the arrow fly.
There was a small sound, her body stumbled back and then curled forward, and she lifted a hand to dab at the blood leaking from her breast. She stared at it in some confusion, as though not entirely sure what it was, and then turned her palm out to Hiroto, showing it to him.
He couldn’t breathe, stood frozen, watching her and wondering about what exactly it was he had done.
She wobbled, her eyes suddenly rolling back, and she first sank to her knees before falling forward. Most of the arrow snapped off under her weight as she hit the ground, the rest of it pushed further into her chest. She didn’t move again, except for the breeze blowing her hair from her back and revealing the tiny pointed tip of the arrowhead sticking through her shoulder.
Hiroto’s hands shook, and an unsteady smile twitched on his lips.
He would have her forever.
Pairing: Hiroto/OFC
Rating: PG-13 (mild unsettling imagery)
He had never seen anything more beautiful.
Afternoon sunshine dipped between the trees, splotches of light drifting back and forth across the grassy forest floor while the breeze assured that everything stayed in motion. It splayed across her legs, and her face, and her hair, and she looked like a fragile porcelain doll that had been carelessly abandoned, a treasure that waited patiently for someone worthy to come along and stake a claim on her.
Something moved through the bushes behind him, whatever it was didn’t matter, he looked away and back in time to see that she had opened her eyes. They were a silvery shade of blue, washed out and pale like her skin and her long hair.
She didn’t seem surprised at waking to find herself being watched. In fact she surprised Hiroto, smiling as though she had been expecting him. At the same time, however, she was patronizing. He could already tell that she knew why he was there, that she knew what he wanted and how easily she could grant his wish, and he knew from the sad smile curling her lips and the coy glint in her cerulean eyes that she would not be giving herself to him.
She stood, movements fluid like water, and laced the tips of her fingers together, pressing them to her mouth. She bowed to him, and turned away to disappear amongst the shaded undergrowth.
Fear crept into Hiroto’s heart. In a second she would no longer be visible, he would probably never find her again in the labyrinthine woods. He pulled the bow from his back, unthinkingly, with one hand while the other grasped for a feathered arrow. She turned her head curiously at the dull sound of the arrow fitting in place against the shelf, the pained creak of the string pulling taut.
Her eyes stayed fixed on him, and the same smile on her lips, though she continued to back slowly away. Already she was almost entirely obscured in the dark, Hiroto couldn’t afford any time to debate with himself, he wanted her, he had to have her, he let the arrow fly.
There was a small sound, her body stumbled back and then curled forward, and she lifted a hand to dab at the blood leaking from her breast. She stared at it in some confusion, as though not entirely sure what it was, and then turned her palm out to Hiroto, showing it to him.
He couldn’t breathe, stood frozen, watching her and wondering about what exactly it was he had done.
She wobbled, her eyes suddenly rolling back, and she first sank to her knees before falling forward. Most of the arrow snapped off under her weight as she hit the ground, the rest of it pushed further into her chest. She didn’t move again, except for the breeze blowing her hair from her back and revealing the tiny pointed tip of the arrowhead sticking through her shoulder.
Hiroto’s hands shook, and an unsteady smile twitched on his lips.
He would have her forever.