things she doesn't know [fic] (hei/yin, yin-centric)
title. things she doesn’t know
series. Darker than BLACK
character/pairing. Yin-centric, Hei/Yin
prompt. 13 // Colourless blue (written for 31_days_exchnge)
rating. G
word count. 370
summary. Being around Hei (just the two of them now) makes her realise how little she knows, how little she’s sure of
disclaimer. Darker than BLACK belongs to Okamura Tensai and BONES
She doesn’t know the colour blue.
Not that she can help it. She doesn’t know green or red or yellow either. She’s sure she would’ve lamented this, once upon a time, sure that her mother or teacher would have tried to fill the hole it leaves, with music or words or other things that don’t require the gift of sight.
(Maybe she would’ve once resented people who took it for granted, but she’s not sure how to anymore.)
She feels kind of lonely sometimes, even though she’s tied almost inextricably to water (sometimes described as blueblueblue). Like the water knows her better than she ever could know it in return.
(Or should that make the water feel lonely? She isn’t sure anymore.)
She’s sure she’s not meant to feel lonely. That’s part of being a Doll, of being a professional (of being unable to make your own decisions). But she’s slowly realising that just because she’s programmed doesn’t mean she’s controlled. Ever since she felt the small droplets of water fall from her eyes, down her cheeks and into her mouth (water so so salty, Hei called them ‘tears’, said they were remarkable, especially from her). Ever since that girl with the loud voice pushed up the corners of her mouth, she’d felt the compulsion to do it herself.
(Sometimes she practices when Hei’s not no one’s watching.)
Being around Hei (just the two of them now) makes her realise how little she knows, how little she’s sure of. She doesn’t know that Hei will always be there (she remembers the most terrifying sense of loneliness when he disappeared in the Gate, reaching out her hand only to catch the air). She’s not even sure of herself anymore.
But she likes to ask Hei questions, likes how he sometimes fumbles through the answers (even likes when he gives up sometimes, ‘How can I describe blue to you? It’s blue.’)
She knows she likes hearing his voice just as much as their silence. Likes the occasional brush of his hair (blackblackblack, they say) against her skin. Likes all the things she doesn’t know, all the things she isn’t sure of, but can’t wait to find out.
(With him, only with him.)
series. Darker than BLACK
character/pairing. Yin-centric, Hei/Yin
prompt. 13 // Colourless blue (written for 31_days_exchnge)
rating. G
word count. 370
summary. Being around Hei (just the two of them now) makes her realise how little she knows, how little she’s sure of
disclaimer. Darker than BLACK belongs to Okamura Tensai and BONES
She doesn’t know the colour blue.
Not that she can help it. She doesn’t know green or red or yellow either. She’s sure she would’ve lamented this, once upon a time, sure that her mother or teacher would have tried to fill the hole it leaves, with music or words or other things that don’t require the gift of sight.
(Maybe she would’ve once resented people who took it for granted, but she’s not sure how to anymore.)
She feels kind of lonely sometimes, even though she’s tied almost inextricably to water (sometimes described as blueblueblue). Like the water knows her better than she ever could know it in return.
(Or should that make the water feel lonely? She isn’t sure anymore.)
She’s sure she’s not meant to feel lonely. That’s part of being a Doll, of being a professional (of being unable to make your own decisions). But she’s slowly realising that just because she’s programmed doesn’t mean she’s controlled. Ever since she felt the small droplets of water fall from her eyes, down her cheeks and into her mouth (water so so salty, Hei called them ‘tears’, said they were remarkable, especially from her). Ever since that girl with the loud voice pushed up the corners of her mouth, she’d felt the compulsion to do it herself.
(Sometimes she practices when Hei’s not no one’s watching.)
Being around Hei (just the two of them now) makes her realise how little she knows, how little she’s sure of. She doesn’t know that Hei will always be there (she remembers the most terrifying sense of loneliness when he disappeared in the Gate, reaching out her hand only to catch the air). She’s not even sure of herself anymore.
But she likes to ask Hei questions, likes how he sometimes fumbles through the answers (even likes when he gives up sometimes, ‘How can I describe blue to you? It’s blue.’)
She knows she likes hearing his voice just as much as their silence. Likes the occasional brush of his hair (blackblackblack, they say) against her skin. Likes all the things she doesn’t know, all the things she isn’t sure of, but can’t wait to find out.
(With him, only with him.)