[fic] sanctuary (2/5).
Title: Sanctuary.
Notes: Original characters belong to sorakoii. Hope you like it, sorabebe. ♥
Summary: The first break in the glass and the demons that leak out.
"You are not my son."
The words circle him, stalk him in a crescent of midnight fire.
You are not my son.
"Funny how I was yours when you gave me to them."
"Trash," his begetter snarls, revulsion ugly and impossibly painted by the muscles of his face.
"Your trash?"
It surprises Shou that his voice can be so cold, plunging the sounds into his own heart, but it is and he is very nearly proud of it.
"You were never my son! Never supposed to even exist."
A hand rises and he reads the intent before his mind sees it, before the neurons humming warm with memory can forget, and every grey hope fails in the howl of dim stars. This is what he has been trained to do. This is what his once-Father had given him to, and now he stands ready to return that debt.
Black and white, black and white, over and over, black and white, he is torn from the inside, pulled at the edges until the faint strands of sanity fray and spell the oncoming decay and doom. Blackandwhiteblackandwhite, the spirits surge and he sees his father's hate red through the haze, red through the intricate ideals of childhood. Red like the blood that erupts from his anger and it never ends, the flow of crimson sin, staining his white hands and white skin. Blood turns black on the rough grip of his clothes, black and white and red again.
He washes over and over, until the lines are back and black is black and white is white and red is gone. Only then does he go see her. He knows she waits every night he is away. Maybe she is the last root he has left in this toxic earth, the last thing that brings him back from the edge of the abyss.
Jinra has an explosive smile that lights up his somber world, but the flash of red in her face steals the air from his lungs.
"Shou! You're back!"
"Yeah," he mumbles, suddenly tired, but glad for the coral flush of her lips and dreamy, verdant greens of her eye. "I'm back." He returns her smile like the distant moon reflecting stale sunshine; Jinra keeps things bearable when all his safe harbors are sunk and rotting at the bottom of his soul. Where he put them, he reminds himself, as if the nagging voice that keens in loss isn't enough of a reminder.
Instantly her face softens, corners of her mouth crinkling in concern. She won't ask and he doesn't have to say, but they lie together with their eyes closed, imagining what everything would be like if they didn't have to. Jinra falls asleep first and tonight Shou does not follow.
Moonlight steals the color from her, bleaches her black and white.
He squeezes his eyes shut and crams silence into his ears like it is soft cotton.
Saddest of all, he thinks wearily, is how little he cares. Shou shifts closer to Jinra and stacks the warmth of their bodies against the day he won't care at all.
Notes: Original characters belong to sorakoii. Hope you like it, sorabebe. ♥
Summary: The first break in the glass and the demons that leak out.
"You are not my son."
The words circle him, stalk him in a crescent of midnight fire.
You are not my son.
"Funny how I was yours when you gave me to them."
"Trash," his begetter snarls, revulsion ugly and impossibly painted by the muscles of his face.
"Your trash?"
It surprises Shou that his voice can be so cold, plunging the sounds into his own heart, but it is and he is very nearly proud of it.
"You were never my son! Never supposed to even exist."
A hand rises and he reads the intent before his mind sees it, before the neurons humming warm with memory can forget, and every grey hope fails in the howl of dim stars. This is what he has been trained to do. This is what his once-Father had given him to, and now he stands ready to return that debt.
Black and white, black and white, over and over, black and white, he is torn from the inside, pulled at the edges until the faint strands of sanity fray and spell the oncoming decay and doom. Blackandwhiteblackandwhite, the spirits surge and he sees his father's hate red through the haze, red through the intricate ideals of childhood. Red like the blood that erupts from his anger and it never ends, the flow of crimson sin, staining his white hands and white skin. Blood turns black on the rough grip of his clothes, black and white and red again.
He washes over and over, until the lines are back and black is black and white is white and red is gone. Only then does he go see her. He knows she waits every night he is away. Maybe she is the last root he has left in this toxic earth, the last thing that brings him back from the edge of the abyss.
Jinra has an explosive smile that lights up his somber world, but the flash of red in her face steals the air from his lungs.
"Shou! You're back!"
"Yeah," he mumbles, suddenly tired, but glad for the coral flush of her lips and dreamy, verdant greens of her eye. "I'm back." He returns her smile like the distant moon reflecting stale sunshine; Jinra keeps things bearable when all his safe harbors are sunk and rotting at the bottom of his soul. Where he put them, he reminds himself, as if the nagging voice that keens in loss isn't enough of a reminder.
Instantly her face softens, corners of her mouth crinkling in concern. She won't ask and he doesn't have to say, but they lie together with their eyes closed, imagining what everything would be like if they didn't have to. Jinra falls asleep first and tonight Shou does not follow.
Moonlight steals the color from her, bleaches her black and white.
He squeezes his eyes shut and crams silence into his ears like it is soft cotton.
Saddest of all, he thinks wearily, is how little he cares. Shou shifts closer to Jinra and stacks the warmth of their bodies against the day he won't care at all.