Fic - "And Its Myriad Stars" (Darker than Black)
Title: And Its Myriad Stars
Author: crystal tiara
Fandom: Darker than Black
Pairing: Implied Hei/Yin. Feel free to interpret it as platonic, though.
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen, fluff
Warnings: None
Summary: Post-series. Hei and Yin go stargazing one night.
Notes: I'm a Hei x Yin supporter, but I don't mind seeing them as just friends. So, feel free to interpret this fic any way you like. Constructive criticism is much appreciated. Standard disclaimers apply; I don't own Darker than Black and its characters.
On a night when the sky is clear, with not a drop of rain falling from above, she decides to accompany Hei as he watches the stars.
Darkness has shrouded her eyes since childhood, like an omnipresent starless night, but it is on nights like this when she feels like she can see. She remembers nights of years past, when the moon, not wanting to be outdone by the twinkling stars, would cast silver streams of light. She never saw the moon - someone once told her that it was a round mirror hanging in the sky - but, like some sort of instinct, she could feel its light shining on her. Sitting by the window, she would hold out her hands, as if catching gossamer-like wisps of moonbeams. But that was back then, and it has been a while since she last felt the moonlight. For a moment, she longs for the moon to show its face tonight, to let its light fall upon her.
The night sky means as much to Hei as it does to her. When he speaks of it with underlying nostalgia, regaling her with that oft-repeated tale of how real stars used to shine in the sky before the false stars appeared, he almost sounds like Li. His words are an unsaid wish for the return of the real stars - a wish shared by many, but a dream that no one is counting on to happen anytime soon.
“We used to wish on falling stars,” he says. “My sister and I.” His words bring back memories of a song she once learned to play. Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, or so the lyrics went. But now they know better, that falling stars are not symbols of hope, only signs of death, of fallen Contractors.
She tries to recall distant memories of stories that her mother and her teacher used to tell. Years back, they would tell her about the moon and the stars, spinning tales that gave the night sky a life of its own. Up in the heavens shone Altair and Vega, the cowherd and the weaving girl living worlds apart, connected once a year by a bridge of magpies; Castor and Pollux, brothers inseparable in both heaven and hell; and Andromeda, the chained woman, among several other legendary beings.
She might have believed in those stories, but there was one belief about the stars that she couldn’t believe in, even if she wanted to. She once heard that the stars were the spirits of the dead, forever watching their loved ones from afar. She doesn’t believe it to this day, but sometimes, she feels a strange longing for the real night sky, where the moon and the stars can all shine together and watch over her and Hei. In those momentary, fleeting dreams of hers, she and Hei will always have the night sky, despite the deaths of some of their companions. Why her heart moves and makes her feel is something that she doesn’t understand; after all, Dolls are not supposed to have emotions or to dream. But somehow, such thoughts give her comfort and warmth, like a blanket wrapped around her. She wonders if Hei thinks and dreams of the same things, and considers telling him about it.
Instead, she takes his hand; it is rough and calloused but warm and almost familiar. With her fingertips, she traces the lines of his palm - long, branching out, like constellations: a pattern here and another there. For a moment, she thinks of the stars in the night sky, questions forming in her head. Does the moonlight shine over them brightly? What kind of patterns and shapes do they form? Will she and Hei ever have the night sky? She can only imagine what the stars are like, but with his hand in hers, it’s as if she has the entire night sky - with the moon and its constellations of stars - in the palm of her hand.
Author: crystal tiara
Fandom: Darker than Black
Pairing: Implied Hei/Yin. Feel free to interpret it as platonic, though.
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen, fluff
Warnings: None
Summary: Post-series. Hei and Yin go stargazing one night.
Notes: I'm a Hei x Yin supporter, but I don't mind seeing them as just friends. So, feel free to interpret this fic any way you like. Constructive criticism is much appreciated. Standard disclaimers apply; I don't own Darker than Black and its characters.
On a night when the sky is clear, with not a drop of rain falling from above, she decides to accompany Hei as he watches the stars.
Darkness has shrouded her eyes since childhood, like an omnipresent starless night, but it is on nights like this when she feels like she can see. She remembers nights of years past, when the moon, not wanting to be outdone by the twinkling stars, would cast silver streams of light. She never saw the moon - someone once told her that it was a round mirror hanging in the sky - but, like some sort of instinct, she could feel its light shining on her. Sitting by the window, she would hold out her hands, as if catching gossamer-like wisps of moonbeams. But that was back then, and it has been a while since she last felt the moonlight. For a moment, she longs for the moon to show its face tonight, to let its light fall upon her.
The night sky means as much to Hei as it does to her. When he speaks of it with underlying nostalgia, regaling her with that oft-repeated tale of how real stars used to shine in the sky before the false stars appeared, he almost sounds like Li. His words are an unsaid wish for the return of the real stars - a wish shared by many, but a dream that no one is counting on to happen anytime soon.
“We used to wish on falling stars,” he says. “My sister and I.” His words bring back memories of a song she once learned to play. Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, or so the lyrics went. But now they know better, that falling stars are not symbols of hope, only signs of death, of fallen Contractors.
She tries to recall distant memories of stories that her mother and her teacher used to tell. Years back, they would tell her about the moon and the stars, spinning tales that gave the night sky a life of its own. Up in the heavens shone Altair and Vega, the cowherd and the weaving girl living worlds apart, connected once a year by a bridge of magpies; Castor and Pollux, brothers inseparable in both heaven and hell; and Andromeda, the chained woman, among several other legendary beings.
She might have believed in those stories, but there was one belief about the stars that she couldn’t believe in, even if she wanted to. She once heard that the stars were the spirits of the dead, forever watching their loved ones from afar. She doesn’t believe it to this day, but sometimes, she feels a strange longing for the real night sky, where the moon and the stars can all shine together and watch over her and Hei. In those momentary, fleeting dreams of hers, she and Hei will always have the night sky, despite the deaths of some of their companions. Why her heart moves and makes her feel is something that she doesn’t understand; after all, Dolls are not supposed to have emotions or to dream. But somehow, such thoughts give her comfort and warmth, like a blanket wrapped around her. She wonders if Hei thinks and dreams of the same things, and considers telling him about it.
Instead, she takes his hand; it is rough and calloused but warm and almost familiar. With her fingertips, she traces the lines of his palm - long, branching out, like constellations: a pattern here and another there. For a moment, she thinks of the stars in the night sky, questions forming in her head. Does the moonlight shine over them brightly? What kind of patterns and shapes do they form? Will she and Hei ever have the night sky? She can only imagine what the stars are like, but with his hand in hers, it’s as if she has the entire night sky - with the moon and its constellations of stars - in the palm of her hand.