[Ficlet] The Grief in a Shared Ghost [Yuuri, Yozak, G]
Title: The Grief in a Shared Ghost
By: Crystaltear
Rated: G
Characters: Yuuri, Yozak
Story Notes: Takes place during the trip to Dai Shimaron in episode 33.
Author’s Notes: These two will not leave me in peace. This time they decided they wanted to be a little angsty.
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Yuuri’s arm had begun to ache quite some time ago, but he continued to lightly rub circles on Wolfram’s clothed back until he heard the blonde’s gentle snores. Wolfram hadn’t protested the offer at any point, which made Yuuri believe he must have felt very unwell; it must have been tough getting seasick while being forced to travel by boat constantly.
Although he knew the hour was late, the young Maou didn’t feel a sliver of drowsiness. Rather than lie in the darkness of the room, he slipped out of bed and opened the door carefully, mindful not to disturb his finally sleeping fiancé. The cool night air chilled his body and he cursed his stupidity for not grabbing something to put over his thin clothes, or at least something to cover his feet. He knew he was not going to chance returning to the room to retrieve those items, so he settled for wrapping his arms around himself and hoped he wouldn’t be sick for the tournament tomorrow.
The deck of the ship was silent and bare, further testimony that it was well into the night. A keeper passed him as he made his way to the front of the ship, but they made no motion to acknowledge each other. At the far end of the deck he saw a silhouette leaning against the rail, and he ventured closer for curiosity’s sake. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the familiarity of the stature and bright orange hair caught in the bit of moonlight put Yuuri at ease. Quietly, he carried his body over to where Yozak stood and mimicked his companion’s stance of leaning against the rail and staring into the darkness of the ocean.
The ticking time felt painfully long, and although Yuuri didn’t mind silence, he had come out to escape from the solitude of his thoughts. When one wasn’t plotting how to win the following day, it was easy to allow all the unwanted thoughts to creep in. Like absences. Like arms. The severity of Yozak’s profile somehow reflected these thoughts that Yuuri so desperately wished to keep away. He spoke up, to save them both from thinking too much.
“I’m glad you’re with us, Yozak,” he said. “I think we have a good chance of winning now.” He cringed at the loudness of his voice against the gentle beating of the waves against the ship’s side.
He reached out and touched Yozak’s arm in a show of comfort, but flinched away quickly as his memories were evoked. Yozak turned to him then, his blue eyes dulled in the darkness and despair of the night. It is then that Yuuri knew he could not save either of them. The thing-no, the person-that linked them stood in the air between them, a ghost not to be denied. Yuuri allowed his arm to fall; The warmth of his initial gesture rang hollow as his hand smacked lightly against the rail. They stared in a shared silence into the ocean’s dark waters, as vast and deep as the denial they both swam in.
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By: Crystaltear
Rated: G
Characters: Yuuri, Yozak
Story Notes: Takes place during the trip to Dai Shimaron in episode 33.
Author’s Notes: These two will not leave me in peace. This time they decided they wanted to be a little angsty.
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Yuuri’s arm had begun to ache quite some time ago, but he continued to lightly rub circles on Wolfram’s clothed back until he heard the blonde’s gentle snores. Wolfram hadn’t protested the offer at any point, which made Yuuri believe he must have felt very unwell; it must have been tough getting seasick while being forced to travel by boat constantly.
Although he knew the hour was late, the young Maou didn’t feel a sliver of drowsiness. Rather than lie in the darkness of the room, he slipped out of bed and opened the door carefully, mindful not to disturb his finally sleeping fiancé. The cool night air chilled his body and he cursed his stupidity for not grabbing something to put over his thin clothes, or at least something to cover his feet. He knew he was not going to chance returning to the room to retrieve those items, so he settled for wrapping his arms around himself and hoped he wouldn’t be sick for the tournament tomorrow.
The deck of the ship was silent and bare, further testimony that it was well into the night. A keeper passed him as he made his way to the front of the ship, but they made no motion to acknowledge each other. At the far end of the deck he saw a silhouette leaning against the rail, and he ventured closer for curiosity’s sake. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the familiarity of the stature and bright orange hair caught in the bit of moonlight put Yuuri at ease. Quietly, he carried his body over to where Yozak stood and mimicked his companion’s stance of leaning against the rail and staring into the darkness of the ocean.
The ticking time felt painfully long, and although Yuuri didn’t mind silence, he had come out to escape from the solitude of his thoughts. When one wasn’t plotting how to win the following day, it was easy to allow all the unwanted thoughts to creep in. Like absences. Like arms. The severity of Yozak’s profile somehow reflected these thoughts that Yuuri so desperately wished to keep away. He spoke up, to save them both from thinking too much.
“I’m glad you’re with us, Yozak,” he said. “I think we have a good chance of winning now.” He cringed at the loudness of his voice against the gentle beating of the waves against the ship’s side.
He reached out and touched Yozak’s arm in a show of comfort, but flinched away quickly as his memories were evoked. Yozak turned to him then, his blue eyes dulled in the darkness and despair of the night. It is then that Yuuri knew he could not save either of them. The thing-no, the person-that linked them stood in the air between them, a ghost not to be denied. Yuuri allowed his arm to fall; The warmth of his initial gesture rang hollow as his hand smacked lightly against the rail. They stared in a shared silence into the ocean’s dark waters, as vast and deep as the denial they both swam in.
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