tales of the abyss; gen
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Characters/Pairings: Anise, Ion, [Sync]; Anise/Ion slightly implied
Title: Your Blood
Rating: erm, it's kind of dark, maybe PG?
Notes: SPOILERS if you haven't been to the core. Also please do not spoil me; I still haven't had time to finish the game. Also I've been reading The Sound and the Fury, and that's probably why the style is so wonky. ;P
Posted: n/a
She's outside because she can't breathe in there, not with the dark and the almost-clean sheets and the smell of the blood. She's holding her hands out in front of her because that way she can catch the moonlight. The moonlight is white, not red.
She can't breathe that darkness, not when every small sound is the clatter of metal against the deck, and when every small light is a pinprick of fire in his eyes, his eyes, his eyes, the eyes of her own behind the mask. Not when Tokunaga is stained with his blood.
He is behind her. Like a ghost, like a pale moonlight ghost.
"Anise," he says. His voice is lighter, smoother, but it's still the same and it will never speak again never again. "What is it?"
She stares at her fingertips. The moonlight on them is white not red. White not red. "I can feel your blood on my hands," she says finally, and she's not sure how long she's been crying.
He doesn't say anything, just moves in close. Her head is on his chest and she can hear his heart beating beating beating. It doesn't make the pain go away, but it's almost enough.
Characters/Pairings: Anise, Ion, [Sync]; Anise/Ion slightly implied
Title: Your Blood
Rating: erm, it's kind of dark, maybe PG?
Notes: SPOILERS if you haven't been to the core. Also please do not spoil me; I still haven't had time to finish the game. Also I've been reading The Sound and the Fury, and that's probably why the style is so wonky. ;P
Posted: n/a
She's outside because she can't breathe in there, not with the dark and the almost-clean sheets and the smell of the blood. She's holding her hands out in front of her because that way she can catch the moonlight. The moonlight is white, not red.
She can't breathe that darkness, not when every small sound is the clatter of metal against the deck, and when every small light is a pinprick of fire in his eyes, his eyes, his eyes, the eyes of her own behind the mask. Not when Tokunaga is stained with his blood.
He is behind her. Like a ghost, like a pale moonlight ghost.
"Anise," he says. His voice is lighter, smoother, but it's still the same and it will never speak again never again. "What is it?"
She stares at her fingertips. The moonlight on them is white not red. White not red. "I can feel your blood on my hands," she says finally, and she's not sure how long she's been crying.
He doesn't say anything, just moves in close. Her head is on his chest and she can hear his heart beating beating beating. It doesn't make the pain go away, but it's almost enough.