escape from mantua. ruki/uruha, pg-13. to ruki, paris was not the city of love - it was the city of sex, religion, and self-destruction. and uruha doesn't say anything, indulging him.
He ripped the drawings, and notes, and sketches that he had made, apart into little pieces, and dropped them. Some fluttered in the air, others reached the water, where the water dissolved the paper, and the ink would stay as Ruki's contribution to the world's pollution. He threw his numerous rings into the water as well; he watched with certain fascination the splashes that they made in the water, he wondered what would become of them in a hundred years.
But he did not have the courage to jump. He did not have the courage to do a lot of things, to say a lot of things. Maybe he'll never gain that courage; some things are simply not meant to be. I know it's a big quote, but it's my favourite part. :D
Overall this was really pretty. Thanks for posting it. (:
"Ruki's fingers closed around the crucifix as he stepped outside the cathedral. He did not pray - he simply walked around, and lit a candle for everyone he knew and loved. Faith made something within him click; as if he was subconsciously realising the meaning of life. It gave him a sense of identity, something he did not have the power to put into words."
That embodies how I feel about religion and faith in general. Kind of scary actually.
And as for the rest of it; your fics paint vivid images in my mind. I can see it happen in front of my eyes like a movie.
Uruha sat up on the bed, and they stayed like that for a while - Ruki smoking by the window, and Uruha sitting on the bed, silent, thoughtful, and probably in love; and if this was a movie, the camera would slowly zoom out until you'd feel like an intruder for witnessing such a thing.
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OMG!!!!
and this was the best comeback possible !!!!!
I totally loved how you made "a film" out of it ...
great idea and as usual, perfectly pu into practice
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He ripped the drawings, and notes, and sketches that he had made, apart into little pieces, and dropped them. Some fluttered in the air, others reached the water, where the water dissolved the paper, and the ink would stay as Ruki's contribution to the world's pollution. He threw his numerous rings into the water as well; he watched with certain fascination the splashes that they made in the water, he wondered what would become of them in a hundred years.
But he did not have the courage to jump. He did not have the courage to do a lot of things, to say a lot of things. Maybe he'll never gain that courage; some things are simply not meant to be.
I know it's a big quote, but it's my favourite part. :D
Overall this was really pretty. Thanks for posting it. (:
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That embodies how I feel about religion and faith in general. Kind of scary actually.
And as for the rest of it; your fics paint vivid images in my mind. I can see it happen in front of my eyes like a movie.
So this deserves a: ♥
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Uruha sat up on the bed, and they stayed like that for a while - Ruki smoking by the window, and Uruha sitting on the bed, silent, thoughtful, and probably in love; and if this was a movie, the camera would slowly zoom out until you'd feel like an intruder for witnessing such a thing.
Yup. Very beautiful.
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*bows deeply*
btw sleeping Uruha was amazing!
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