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⊕ fanfic ➨ prompts twenty six to fifty ★ gundam wing/gintama ★ une → takasugi
mad
Takasugi doesn't shy away from his madness. No, he embraces it. She hides behind propriety, refusing to speak of the love and devotion that nearly shattered her. She can't tell anyone. It isn't proper. It isn't right. But she wants to tell him and it scares her. "I'm just like you."
hold
He won't ever hold her. Perhaps that's why she's so fond of giving him tokens. "You won't hold me but you have no qualms about bestowing your touch on things I've laid my hands on. You won't let anything alive touch you."
god
He believes in hell but not in her.
silk
What would it feel like to push the silk from his shoulders and- No, stop that.
soul
His Excellency was her soul and she believed that with all her heart. Never again would her heart pound like it did when he took her hand before her trip to Moscow. The rhythm in her chest now as Takasugi entered her office was of a slower pace. It had to be.
secret
"I still have the sheet of paper from the crane you dropped when we first met."
question
"I know you could never love me and this is a pitiful request but I've had too much to drink and the room is spinning. Could you lie to me and say that you do if I promise to forget about it in the morning?"
stop
She knows he'll tire of her. He'll leave and refuse to acknowledge her existence without warning one of these days. It's in her best interest to stop feeling now. But one more day couldn't hurt, could it? Tomorrow she'll stop. It's a promise.
blood
Despite the injury to her face from being caught in the bombing, she smiles under her bandages wondering if he'll accuse her of stealing his look once they let her out.
sin
He always passes out before he's drunk enough to even consider laying with her and she chastises herself for seeing that as regrettable.
subterfuge
"I know you're using me as a means to an end but don't you wonder what I'm using you for?"
white
She wears a white dress to his funeral as his culture dictates and can't help but feel like a jilted bride.
change
Her heart's a fickle thing and it's started to beat in rhythm to the strumming of his shamisen.
futility
"Zechs, you know I only love things that can't love me back as a rule." She was only half-joking.
alarm
She stays behind once HQ has been evacuated to defuse the bomb. Before she proceeds to start cutting wires, she boots up her Guide and sends Takasugi a voicemail: "I still owe you a drink. Don't be late."
heart
Her heart's decided on Plan B against her consent. Plan B sits across from her yet again, throwing metaphors to the wind. She wonders what Plan A would have thought. She decides she doesn't really care anymore.
infinity
He'll break her trust and her heart in due time so, in her mind, every hour that he doesn't is a day.
illness
"You're not dying alone whether you like it or not."
cataclysm
The bombing was a blur in her mind and she ached all over but what caused her the most pain was realizing that she no longer wished to join His Excellency in death.
touch
Three dates and they hadn't touched once. She would applaud his self-control if he had been anyone else. But no, this was Takasugi. Off-limits. She applauded herself.
revolution
A planet revolves around its star in a dangerous embrace. Too close and it will burn. Too far and it will die from lack of warmth. She's definitely stuck in orbit now.
lingering
It seems every time they meet, he leaves the smell of smoke on her, touching her with fire without burning her.
royalty
She's wearing a purple kimono the next time she sees him, a gift from a Japanese employee. It doesn't flatter her curves or show off her legs in the least so she arches an eyebrow when he stops and stares for once.
pleasure
She claims it's always her pleasure to help out but she does grow weary of putting on this charade every single day. There's a selfishness she wants to feed but can't. When he posts another lackadaisical musing on the network, her ears perk up at the audio: "If you'll permit, it would be my pleasure to aid you in that."
yes
"I can't say I particularly care if you live or die." She can't say it.
Takasugi doesn't shy away from his madness. No, he embraces it. She hides behind propriety, refusing to speak of the love and devotion that nearly shattered her. She can't tell anyone. It isn't proper. It isn't right. But she wants to tell him and it scares her. "I'm just like you."
hold
He won't ever hold her. Perhaps that's why she's so fond of giving him tokens. "You won't hold me but you have no qualms about bestowing your touch on things I've laid my hands on. You won't let anything alive touch you."
god
He believes in hell but not in her.
silk
What would it feel like to push the silk from his shoulders and- No, stop that.
soul
His Excellency was her soul and she believed that with all her heart. Never again would her heart pound like it did when he took her hand before her trip to Moscow. The rhythm in her chest now as Takasugi entered her office was of a slower pace. It had to be.
secret
"I still have the sheet of paper from the crane you dropped when we first met."
question
"I know you could never love me and this is a pitiful request but I've had too much to drink and the room is spinning. Could you lie to me and say that you do if I promise to forget about it in the morning?"
stop
She knows he'll tire of her. He'll leave and refuse to acknowledge her existence without warning one of these days. It's in her best interest to stop feeling now. But one more day couldn't hurt, could it? Tomorrow she'll stop. It's a promise.
blood
Despite the injury to her face from being caught in the bombing, she smiles under her bandages wondering if he'll accuse her of stealing his look once they let her out.
sin
He always passes out before he's drunk enough to even consider laying with her and she chastises herself for seeing that as regrettable.
subterfuge
"I know you're using me as a means to an end but don't you wonder what I'm using you for?"
white
She wears a white dress to his funeral as his culture dictates and can't help but feel like a jilted bride.
change
Her heart's a fickle thing and it's started to beat in rhythm to the strumming of his shamisen.
futility
"Zechs, you know I only love things that can't love me back as a rule." She was only half-joking.
alarm
She stays behind once HQ has been evacuated to defuse the bomb. Before she proceeds to start cutting wires, she boots up her Guide and sends Takasugi a voicemail: "I still owe you a drink. Don't be late."
heart
Her heart's decided on Plan B against her consent. Plan B sits across from her yet again, throwing metaphors to the wind. She wonders what Plan A would have thought. She decides she doesn't really care anymore.
infinity
He'll break her trust and her heart in due time so, in her mind, every hour that he doesn't is a day.
illness
"You're not dying alone whether you like it or not."
cataclysm
The bombing was a blur in her mind and she ached all over but what caused her the most pain was realizing that she no longer wished to join His Excellency in death.
touch
Three dates and they hadn't touched once. She would applaud his self-control if he had been anyone else. But no, this was Takasugi. Off-limits. She applauded herself.
revolution
A planet revolves around its star in a dangerous embrace. Too close and it will burn. Too far and it will die from lack of warmth. She's definitely stuck in orbit now.
lingering
It seems every time they meet, he leaves the smell of smoke on her, touching her with fire without burning her.
royalty
She's wearing a purple kimono the next time she sees him, a gift from a Japanese employee. It doesn't flatter her curves or show off her legs in the least so she arches an eyebrow when he stops and stares for once.
pleasure
She claims it's always her pleasure to help out but she does grow weary of putting on this charade every single day. There's a selfishness she wants to feed but can't. When he posts another lackadaisical musing on the network, her ears perk up at the audio: "If you'll permit, it would be my pleasure to aid you in that."
yes
"I can't say I particularly care if you live or die." She can't say it.