| as you send thy angels every day, send them to us aswell| :prayersinwhitewalls:
Mmm. More than one fic shall be here tonight.
Title: Eyes
Rating: G [my, that's rare.]
Fandom: Alexander, in my Asylum!AU
Genre: Shameless fluff. I think.
Pairings: No shit. A/H
He opens his eyes to feel cold fingers running themselves over his cheeks, curling over the shell of his ear and then loping down his neck.
"How are you?" Alexander's voice shakes for a moment before he runs his fingers over his eyebrows.
"....I....really...don't know," he answers honestly, voice rough, letting Alexander's fingers brush his nose and lips.
Alexander says nothing, but moves to lie his head on Hephaestion's chest, ear to heart.
Hephaestion's fingers move Alexander's bangs away absently---- he needs another haircut. He then rubs his hand on his hair slowly, thinking slowly over the past few days. He looks down at Alexander's bandages and runs a thumb over them.
Alexander looks up in response and Hephaestion withdraws his hand. There's a taut silence and then...
"Do you want me to take them off?"
Hephaestion doesn't get a chance to answer when Alexander sits up and inclines his head in Hephaestion's direction, reaches his hands up and slowly peels the bandages away.
Hephaestion should never have to ask.
[wtf. different from what i originally intended.]
Title: [drought]
Rating: Waffling between PG-13 and R
Fandom: Kariko
Genre: ANGST.
She's silent when they wrap her in a blanket. There's still blood on her face, running down her neck, and her chest and legs, imprints of his last moments. Her eyes are dim, hands aimlessly at her side.
They walk in and see her brother's bodies: the younger one with scratches on his face and neck, stab wounds in the chest and face, the wound that killed him on his jugular. The other twin, the knife still shoved in the wall, blade bloody and dripping...he was on the floor, crumpled, stab wounds all down his right side.
She hasn't blinked, moved, or spoken.
She just sits and watches as they wheel the covered bodies out, still as a statue.
"Miss?" Someone touches her shoulder gently.
Her voice comes out cracked, "--- yes?"
"We've located your father. You're going to live with him now."
She cries after that.
It's what she's wanted, what Raikor knew she wanted--- now she had it, without him.
Title: Eyes
Rating: G [my, that's rare.]
Fandom: Alexander, in my Asylum!AU
Genre: Shameless fluff. I think.
Pairings: No shit. A/H
He opens his eyes to feel cold fingers running themselves over his cheeks, curling over the shell of his ear and then loping down his neck.
"How are you?" Alexander's voice shakes for a moment before he runs his fingers over his eyebrows.
"....I....really...don't know," he answers honestly, voice rough, letting Alexander's fingers brush his nose and lips.
Alexander says nothing, but moves to lie his head on Hephaestion's chest, ear to heart.
Hephaestion's fingers move Alexander's bangs away absently---- he needs another haircut. He then rubs his hand on his hair slowly, thinking slowly over the past few days. He looks down at Alexander's bandages and runs a thumb over them.
Alexander looks up in response and Hephaestion withdraws his hand. There's a taut silence and then...
"Do you want me to take them off?"
Hephaestion doesn't get a chance to answer when Alexander sits up and inclines his head in Hephaestion's direction, reaches his hands up and slowly peels the bandages away.
Hephaestion should never have to ask.
[wtf. different from what i originally intended.]
Title: [drought]
Rating: Waffling between PG-13 and R
Fandom: Kariko
Genre: ANGST.
She's silent when they wrap her in a blanket. There's still blood on her face, running down her neck, and her chest and legs, imprints of his last moments. Her eyes are dim, hands aimlessly at her side.
They walk in and see her brother's bodies: the younger one with scratches on his face and neck, stab wounds in the chest and face, the wound that killed him on his jugular. The other twin, the knife still shoved in the wall, blade bloody and dripping...he was on the floor, crumpled, stab wounds all down his right side.
She hasn't blinked, moved, or spoken.
She just sits and watches as they wheel the covered bodies out, still as a statue.
"Miss?" Someone touches her shoulder gently.
Her voice comes out cracked, "--- yes?"
"We've located your father. You're going to live with him now."
She cries after that.
It's what she's wanted, what Raikor knew she wanted--- now she had it, without him.