One Thousand Nights [fanfiction]
Title: One thousand nights
Author: marinoa
Characters/Pairing: France, England, FrUK.
Rating: T
Warnings: shortness, randomness, vagueness
Summary: In darkness they saw what daylight hid beneath its brightness.
One Thousand Nights
What Day finds,
In broad daylight, their first encounter. On the opposite ends of the room, two nations, two peoples. Whispers on each side; There, he is the one. Him. Look, carefully. For the remaining eternity from now on, it will be just you and him. You or him.
You or him.
And so it was. Every day
for years
and years
and years
for one. You or him. You or me. Only one.
Blood, pain, sweat - streams on countless battlefields. Swords screaming their silent agony, the carriers voicing their swords' thirst. The swords showing their carriers' desires.
No tears, never tears. Not in the battlefields.
Sun showed it all, made it all visible; hatred, evilness, ferocity.
Every day.
Night will hide.
Sunset, for the first time. Just the two - you and me but only one of us - and growing darkness. No daylight.
No daylight. Blinded.
Blinded - no ability to see the hatred, the evilness, the ferocity.
Exhaustion. Confusion. Silence.
Swords dropping.
What Night hides,
One, ten, five hundred and one, nine hundred and ninety-seven. A Day was always followed by a Night. More and more often, Night was welcomed by two instead of one; when darkness covered everything, tied two into one, it didn't matter. As long as light wasn't there to separate, to point the line between a two, together didn't mean you or me - one, but it meant you and me - one.
Mornings were never greeted by a two; Mornings carried a seed of light that Day would make too bright to endure. But in darkness, Mornings didn't exist.
In darkness, light was far away.
“One thousand nights.”
“Have you counted?”
“Have you not?”
“...One thousand days, too.”
“No, nine hundred and ninety-nine days. Tomorrow it will be one thousand.”
“There is no tomorrow yet.”
“There is always tomorrow.”
“Not yet. Not until it comes.”
Whispering of the Night, warning.
“...I should go.”
“Don't. Stay.”
“You said yourself-”
“You said too. Morning is still not here. We have time.”
We have time.
In darkness, light is far away
for few more moments.
Until, suddenly,
Night is gone.
Morning always discovers.
X
Author's note: This is what you get when I listen to dramatic music in the dead of night.
Author: marinoa
Characters/Pairing: France, England, FrUK.
Rating: T
Warnings: shortness, randomness, vagueness
Summary: In darkness they saw what daylight hid beneath its brightness.
One Thousand Nights
What Day finds,
In broad daylight, their first encounter. On the opposite ends of the room, two nations, two peoples. Whispers on each side; There, he is the one. Him. Look, carefully. For the remaining eternity from now on, it will be just you and him. You or him.
You or him.
And so it was. Every day
for years
and years
and years
for one. You or him. You or me. Only one.
Blood, pain, sweat - streams on countless battlefields. Swords screaming their silent agony, the carriers voicing their swords' thirst. The swords showing their carriers' desires.
No tears, never tears. Not in the battlefields.
Sun showed it all, made it all visible; hatred, evilness, ferocity.
Every day.
Night will hide.
Sunset, for the first time. Just the two - you and me but only one of us - and growing darkness. No daylight.
No daylight. Blinded.
Blinded - no ability to see the hatred, the evilness, the ferocity.
Exhaustion. Confusion. Silence.
Swords dropping.
What Night hides,
One, ten, five hundred and one, nine hundred and ninety-seven. A Day was always followed by a Night. More and more often, Night was welcomed by two instead of one; when darkness covered everything, tied two into one, it didn't matter. As long as light wasn't there to separate, to point the line between a two, together didn't mean you or me - one, but it meant you and me - one.
Mornings were never greeted by a two; Mornings carried a seed of light that Day would make too bright to endure. But in darkness, Mornings didn't exist.
In darkness, light was far away.
“One thousand nights.”
“Have you counted?”
“Have you not?”
“...One thousand days, too.”
“No, nine hundred and ninety-nine days. Tomorrow it will be one thousand.”
“There is no tomorrow yet.”
“There is always tomorrow.”
“Not yet. Not until it comes.”
Whispering of the Night, warning.
“...I should go.”
“Don't. Stay.”
“You said yourself-”
“You said too. Morning is still not here. We have time.”
We have time.
In darkness, light is far away
for few more moments.
Until, suddenly,
Night is gone.
Morning always discovers.
X
Author's note: This is what you get when I listen to dramatic music in the dead of night.