Part One, Valentine's Prompts
Title: Fault
Series: Dark Dawn
Author: ikumi_mimura
Recipient: measuringlife
Character/Pairing: Tyrell/Karis
Rating: PG for very mild language
Summary: He sees her cry at Patchers Place, and it's that, more than Mathew, that calms him down.
Artist's note: I was so hyped to do this, and then RL murdered me. There are at least two more on the way.
Seeing the place in the distance makes Tyrell grow quiet, an oddity neither of his companions are unfamiliar with. Step through the door and he grumbles; tries to keep out sight. In the back of his mind a single thought prevails like a mantra: 'It wasn't my fault, it wasn't my fault it wasn't. my. fault.' He was still only a child and learning, couldn't Patcher see that?
It's when the old man brings it up like it happened yesterday that Tyrell goes red; feels that same fire scorch his veins and gather in his palms. He really doesn't care anymore-if the old man really won't forget, Tyrell will give him a reason to. Nothing Matt is saying is getting through. The kid may be his best friend but dammit this is personal.
But then he's on the floor, the fire in his palms hissing as something wet hits it. He looks up, blue eyes narrowing to see a familiar white and pink clad figure pulling herself off the floor.
“You can't just do that, Tyrell, don't you understand?!” Her voice is wavering; he's never heard her like this before because there's more than just the same mix of frustration and haughty anger. He realizes in a flash that she's actually crying as she talks about her father, about how people are still afraid of him despite being a Warrior of Vale; despite saving the world.
But through it all, the only thing Tyrell is thinking is how he never wants to see her cry again. The very thought makes him sick because to him, Karis is strong, and no one that strong should break down like that.
'Whose fault is it now, moron?' The thought is like a hammer, making it difficult for him to get up.
There's only one answer to the question and it gusts through him like a freezing wind, cold enough to banish any thought of further recklessness. He hangs his head and mumbles apologies because Karis' eyes are still gleaming with tears and he can't bring himself to look at that-evidence of the pain he caused.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, I get it. I promise.”
'Just please don't ever cry like that again.'
Series: Dark Dawn
Author: ikumi_mimura
Recipient: measuringlife
Character/Pairing: Tyrell/Karis
Rating: PG for very mild language
Summary: He sees her cry at Patchers Place, and it's that, more than Mathew, that calms him down.
Artist's note: I was so hyped to do this, and then RL murdered me. There are at least two more on the way.
Seeing the place in the distance makes Tyrell grow quiet, an oddity neither of his companions are unfamiliar with. Step through the door and he grumbles; tries to keep out sight. In the back of his mind a single thought prevails like a mantra: 'It wasn't my fault, it wasn't my fault it wasn't. my. fault.' He was still only a child and learning, couldn't Patcher see that?
It's when the old man brings it up like it happened yesterday that Tyrell goes red; feels that same fire scorch his veins and gather in his palms. He really doesn't care anymore-if the old man really won't forget, Tyrell will give him a reason to. Nothing Matt is saying is getting through. The kid may be his best friend but dammit this is personal.
But then he's on the floor, the fire in his palms hissing as something wet hits it. He looks up, blue eyes narrowing to see a familiar white and pink clad figure pulling herself off the floor.
“You can't just do that, Tyrell, don't you understand?!” Her voice is wavering; he's never heard her like this before because there's more than just the same mix of frustration and haughty anger. He realizes in a flash that she's actually crying as she talks about her father, about how people are still afraid of him despite being a Warrior of Vale; despite saving the world.
But through it all, the only thing Tyrell is thinking is how he never wants to see her cry again. The very thought makes him sick because to him, Karis is strong, and no one that strong should break down like that.
'Whose fault is it now, moron?' The thought is like a hammer, making it difficult for him to get up.
There's only one answer to the question and it gusts through him like a freezing wind, cold enough to banish any thought of further recklessness. He hangs his head and mumbles apologies because Karis' eyes are still gleaming with tears and he can't bring himself to look at that-evidence of the pain he caused.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, I get it. I promise.”
'Just please don't ever cry like that again.'