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perfectworrytitle: untitled: Noon, Dusk & Longest Night Remixes
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prompt: Phase #5: Challenge #17: Back to Basics, Part 1 + Part 2 + Part 3
word count: 496, 256, 101
rating: G
warnings: spoilers for Fay's past
summary: Living for someone else is a hard habit to break.
notes: not #femslash february, sorry! but this has been in progress for a few weeks now and I wanted to share.
“You have that look on your face again,” said Kurogane.
The cool night air blew in through the open window like a song. Fay sat on the sill with his bare feet hanging swinging, enjoying the breeze. It came as a relief after the relentless burning sun of the desert.
“What look?” asked Fay. He turned his head to face Kurogane, and for a moment, the moonlight touched his golden hair and he lit up like a star.
Kurogane crossed the room to him, touching his cheek with his warm hand. He saw no hint of a lie in Fay’s eyes, shining clear and bright as the ocean. “The look on your face when you saw the cherry blossoms,” said Kurogane, “and when you watched the tide come in.”
Fay’s smile was as honest and as fleeting as sun in early springtime. He turned to look out at the moon, heavy and low in the sky. Kurogane stood behind him, his hand cold and heavy on Fay’s shoulder.
“Oh,” he said and his voice was barely louder than the breeze. “That look.”
Kurogane waited. If Fay chose not to tell him tonight, well, there were other nights. He would wait. Infinite starry skies on every world spread out ahead of them.
“I’m remembering,” said Fay, still looking out over the low buildings to the ruins beyond, and the moon and stars beyond that. He folded his feet up beneath him.
“In Celes, when I was small, I always tried to remember nice things, so I could -“ he paused, teetering on the brink. “I could tell Fay about them when he woke up.”
Kurogane understood silence, so he stood still and steady behind Fay without saying a word.
“I wanted him to know what spring smells like, and what it felt like when a girl smiled at me for the first time, and how cocoa tastes. I knew it couldn’t make up for betraying him, but I thought it might help.”
Fay looked up at then. Kurogane twined his hand with Fay’s, but waited patiently for Fay to continue. Fay turned again to the window.
“Ashura told me I should live my life so I would have stories to tell him.” His voice caught on his king’s name.
“You should live your life for yourself,” said Kurogane, sensing the time had come for him to speak. A ninja knew when to wait and when to act.
Fay made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat. Kurogane tipped his head back gently, so they were eye to eye, though Fay’s view was upside-down. “It’s been so long.” His voice trailed off and was carried away on the night wind. “It’s a hard habit to break.”
“From now on, make your memories for this Fay,” said Kurogane. “That’s why you’re alive.”
*
“You have that look again,” said Kurogane.
The cool night air blew in through the open window like a song. Night came as a relief after the relentless burning sun of the desert.
“What look?”
“The look on your face when you saw the cherry blossoms,” said Kurogane, “and when you watched the tide come in.”
Fay’s smile was as honest and as fleeting as sun in springtime. “Oh,” he said, voice was barely louder than the breeze. “That look.”
Infinite starry nights in other worlds stretched out ahead of them. Kurogane waited.
“I’m remembering,” said Fay, not looking away from the ruins silhouetted against the night sky. “In Celes, I always tried to remember nice things, so I could -" he paused, teetering on the brink. “I could tell the real Fay about them."
Kurogane understood silence, so he stood still and steady.
“I wanted him to know what it felt like when a girl smiled at me for the first time. Ashura told me I should live my life so I would have stories to tell him.” His voice caught on his king’s name.
“You should live your life for yourself,” said Kurogane. A ninja knew when to wait and when to act.
“It’s been so long.” Fay's voice was carried away on the night wind. “It’s a hard habit to break.”
“From now on, make your memories for this Fay,” said Kurogane. “That’s why you’re alive.”
*
The cool night air blew in through the open window like a song.
“You have that look again,” said Kurogane, "like when you saw the cherry blossoms."
Fay’s smiled like the sun in early spring. Kurogane waited for him to come out from behind the clouds.
“I’m remembering,” said Fay, not looking away from the ruins. “I wanted the real Fay to know what it felt like when a girl smiled at me for the first time. It's a hard habit to break."
“From now on, make your memories for yourself,” said Kurogane. “That’s why you’re alive.”
fandom: TSUBASA: RESERvoir CHRoNiCLE
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writerverse prompt: Phase #5: Challenge #17: Back to Basics, Part 1 + Part 2 + Part 3
word count: 496, 256, 101
rating: G
warnings: spoilers for Fay's past
summary: Living for someone else is a hard habit to break.
notes: not #femslash february, sorry! but this has been in progress for a few weeks now and I wanted to share.
“You have that look on your face again,” said Kurogane.
The cool night air blew in through the open window like a song. Fay sat on the sill with his bare feet hanging swinging, enjoying the breeze. It came as a relief after the relentless burning sun of the desert.
“What look?” asked Fay. He turned his head to face Kurogane, and for a moment, the moonlight touched his golden hair and he lit up like a star.
Kurogane crossed the room to him, touching his cheek with his warm hand. He saw no hint of a lie in Fay’s eyes, shining clear and bright as the ocean. “The look on your face when you saw the cherry blossoms,” said Kurogane, “and when you watched the tide come in.”
Fay’s smile was as honest and as fleeting as sun in early springtime. He turned to look out at the moon, heavy and low in the sky. Kurogane stood behind him, his hand cold and heavy on Fay’s shoulder.
“Oh,” he said and his voice was barely louder than the breeze. “That look.”
Kurogane waited. If Fay chose not to tell him tonight, well, there were other nights. He would wait. Infinite starry skies on every world spread out ahead of them.
“I’m remembering,” said Fay, still looking out over the low buildings to the ruins beyond, and the moon and stars beyond that. He folded his feet up beneath him.
“In Celes, when I was small, I always tried to remember nice things, so I could -“ he paused, teetering on the brink. “I could tell Fay about them when he woke up.”
Kurogane understood silence, so he stood still and steady behind Fay without saying a word.
“I wanted him to know what spring smells like, and what it felt like when a girl smiled at me for the first time, and how cocoa tastes. I knew it couldn’t make up for betraying him, but I thought it might help.”
Fay looked up at then. Kurogane twined his hand with Fay’s, but waited patiently for Fay to continue. Fay turned again to the window.
“Ashura told me I should live my life so I would have stories to tell him.” His voice caught on his king’s name.
“You should live your life for yourself,” said Kurogane, sensing the time had come for him to speak. A ninja knew when to wait and when to act.
Fay made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat. Kurogane tipped his head back gently, so they were eye to eye, though Fay’s view was upside-down. “It’s been so long.” His voice trailed off and was carried away on the night wind. “It’s a hard habit to break.”
“From now on, make your memories for this Fay,” said Kurogane. “That’s why you’re alive.”
*
“You have that look again,” said Kurogane.
The cool night air blew in through the open window like a song. Night came as a relief after the relentless burning sun of the desert.
“What look?”
“The look on your face when you saw the cherry blossoms,” said Kurogane, “and when you watched the tide come in.”
Fay’s smile was as honest and as fleeting as sun in springtime. “Oh,” he said, voice was barely louder than the breeze. “That look.”
Infinite starry nights in other worlds stretched out ahead of them. Kurogane waited.
“I’m remembering,” said Fay, not looking away from the ruins silhouetted against the night sky. “In Celes, I always tried to remember nice things, so I could -" he paused, teetering on the brink. “I could tell the real Fay about them."
Kurogane understood silence, so he stood still and steady.
“I wanted him to know what it felt like when a girl smiled at me for the first time. Ashura told me I should live my life so I would have stories to tell him.” His voice caught on his king’s name.
“You should live your life for yourself,” said Kurogane. A ninja knew when to wait and when to act.
“It’s been so long.” Fay's voice was carried away on the night wind. “It’s a hard habit to break.”
“From now on, make your memories for this Fay,” said Kurogane. “That’s why you’re alive.”
*
The cool night air blew in through the open window like a song.
“You have that look again,” said Kurogane, "like when you saw the cherry blossoms."
Fay’s smiled like the sun in early spring. Kurogane waited for him to come out from behind the clouds.
“I’m remembering,” said Fay, not looking away from the ruins. “I wanted the real Fay to know what it felt like when a girl smiled at me for the first time. It's a hard habit to break."
“From now on, make your memories for yourself,” said Kurogane. “That’s why you’re alive.”
