DN -- Shooting Stars
Title: Shooting Stars
Collection: Fifteen
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Matt/Mello
Rating: G
Word Count: 245
Prompt: shooting stars
Warnings: none
Summary: "Anywhere but here."
Author's Note: Meteors are legit.
12. SHOOTING STARS
Mello’s hair lies flung across the pillow. His eyes are closed, but his lips are moving.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
Matt reaches over to touch his cheek, and fringed eyelids lift, and he smiles.
He’s bright and sharp and achingly beautiful, and Matt knows and has known that he can’t bear to watch this light disappear beyond the horizon.
He makes a wish and takes a chance.
“Mel?”
“Nh?”
“We should just… go.”
A faint frown ripples across Mello’s forehead. “What?”
Matt pushes himself up on one elbow. “We should just get up and leave. There must be places where they haven’t heard of Kira or don’t care. We could call Near and tell him everything we know and think we know, and then get on a plane and go.”
Mello’s eyes narrow-confused, not accusatory. “Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know.” Matt shifts. “I don’t care. Somewhere, anywhere. Anywhere but here.”
Mello searches his face. “Why?”
Matt fingers the beads of the crucifix, Mello’s pale skin warm against the heel of his hand.
“Because I can’t watch this destroy you.”
Mello is silent for a long moment, assembling the pieces behind his eyes. He arrives at a decision, and Matt’s heart skips twice.
“…it had better be someplace warm.”
Matt grins, slowly, but with increasing force, like a freight train gathering momentum. Mello raises an eyebrow at him.
“And you’re going to be the one calling Near.”
Collection: Fifteen
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Matt/Mello
Rating: G
Word Count: 245
Prompt: shooting stars
Warnings: none
Summary: "Anywhere but here."
Author's Note: Meteors are legit.
12. SHOOTING STARS
Mello’s hair lies flung across the pillow. His eyes are closed, but his lips are moving.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
Matt reaches over to touch his cheek, and fringed eyelids lift, and he smiles.
He’s bright and sharp and achingly beautiful, and Matt knows and has known that he can’t bear to watch this light disappear beyond the horizon.
He makes a wish and takes a chance.
“Mel?”
“Nh?”
“We should just… go.”
A faint frown ripples across Mello’s forehead. “What?”
Matt pushes himself up on one elbow. “We should just get up and leave. There must be places where they haven’t heard of Kira or don’t care. We could call Near and tell him everything we know and think we know, and then get on a plane and go.”
Mello’s eyes narrow-confused, not accusatory. “Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know.” Matt shifts. “I don’t care. Somewhere, anywhere. Anywhere but here.”
Mello searches his face. “Why?”
Matt fingers the beads of the crucifix, Mello’s pale skin warm against the heel of his hand.
“Because I can’t watch this destroy you.”
Mello is silent for a long moment, assembling the pieces behind his eyes. He arrives at a decision, and Matt’s heart skips twice.
“…it had better be someplace warm.”
Matt grins, slowly, but with increasing force, like a freight train gathering momentum. Mello raises an eyebrow at him.
“And you’re going to be the one calling Near.”