Fic: Yami no Matsuei -- Freedom (Kotarou)
Rating: G
Summary: At the end of the war, only one of the Tengu twins is still alive.
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Flight was terrifying.
The tips of his wings had become wet, numb, and for all their warm waxing colour, the clouds only froze his fingers to the bone when he touched them. The sun turned orange as it dipped beneath the horizon, the shadows long and benevolent. Kotarou was lost, too terrified to land, too tired to keep flying, and very much alone.
Is this freedom?
He reached out, from someplace far away. “Kojirou...”
Let's promise...
If one of us dies first
Before the sorrow drives the other crazy
He'll follow immediately---
His hand encountered emptiness, and he let the wind snatch away the black feather clutched in his fingers. There was nothing left to bind him to this world.
Freedom... Kojirou’s voice echoed in his mind. It’s…intoxicating, empty.
He’d fly until his wings gave out.
--End-
AN: It doesn’t even qualify as a drabble and it’s...choppy...but WHERE’S THE TENGU LOVE DAMN YOU!?!? WHERE?!?! ;_; How can you resist this face? Or this body? Or the near-cannon twincest? *Is not shallow, really.*
- Sarrasi
04/05/05
Summary: At the end of the war, only one of the Tengu twins is still alive.
--
Flight was terrifying.
The tips of his wings had become wet, numb, and for all their warm waxing colour, the clouds only froze his fingers to the bone when he touched them. The sun turned orange as it dipped beneath the horizon, the shadows long and benevolent. Kotarou was lost, too terrified to land, too tired to keep flying, and very much alone.
Is this freedom?
He reached out, from someplace far away. “Kojirou...”
Let's promise...
If one of us dies first
Before the sorrow drives the other crazy
He'll follow immediately---
His hand encountered emptiness, and he let the wind snatch away the black feather clutched in his fingers. There was nothing left to bind him to this world.
Freedom... Kojirou’s voice echoed in his mind. It’s…intoxicating, empty.
He’d fly until his wings gave out.
--End-
AN: It doesn’t even qualify as a drabble and it’s...choppy...but WHERE’S THE TENGU LOVE DAMN YOU!?!? WHERE?!?! ;_; How can you resist this face? Or this body? Or the near-cannon twincest? *Is not shallow, really.*
- Sarrasi
04/05/05