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Apparently I'm writing D. Gray-man fanfic now? I only ever read the first few volumes, but dang did I fall in love with this pairing.
Title: Lullaby
Fandom: D. Gray-man
Rating: E for Everyone
Characters/Pairing: Lala, Guzol (LalaxGuzol)
Word Count: 350
Summary: Every once in a while on a warm summer's night, Lala will tell him stories. Written for adventchallenge.
He likes it when she tells him stories.
Lala’s been around for a long time, longer then he can even wrap his head around. (He is only twelve, and she is not. No matter what she looks like, she is not.) And because of that, she is the best storyteller he has ever known. Lala knows fairytales, tragedies, children’s stories, poetry and more, odd little bits and pieces of things he doesn’t even have a name for. Most of the time, she puts her stories to a melody, inhumanly beautiful and awe-inspiring.
But what Guzol likes most is history.
“Tell me about what it was like to live here, Lala,” he says as he puts his head in her lap.
It’s not the first time he’s asked-or the second or the third or even the tenth. But Lala’s made to entertain, so she never gets annoyed with him.
“I was made,” she starts, “Three hundred years ago, in that building there.”
Guzol doesn’t even need to look up to know where she’s pointing. He knows where the building is, how many rooms it has, even the color of wallpaper that lines one of the rooms upstairs. That place is special to Lala, so it is special to him, too.
“A man named Oppelheim had me made to sing for his daughter Lucy, because she had the Forsaken Land’s disease, and so she would die soon.”
By all rights, her stories should be depressing. Her home was a place abandoned by God, where famines and plagues tore through the lands like clockwork and the people had nothing to bring them peace.
But even in Mader, the people were happy. Lala’s stories are always full of loving families and smiling children, people who never gave up even though there was nothing for them to look forward to. And if the people abandoned by God could survive-and thrive-for so long, then maybe he and Lala, abandoned by men, have a chance at happiness too.
“Go on,” he says to Lala, squeezing her hand, and her voice carries through the night.
Title: Lullaby
Fandom: D. Gray-man
Rating: E for Everyone
Characters/Pairing: Lala, Guzol (LalaxGuzol)
Word Count: 350
Summary: Every once in a while on a warm summer's night, Lala will tell him stories. Written for adventchallenge.
He likes it when she tells him stories.
Lala’s been around for a long time, longer then he can even wrap his head around. (He is only twelve, and she is not. No matter what she looks like, she is not.) And because of that, she is the best storyteller he has ever known. Lala knows fairytales, tragedies, children’s stories, poetry and more, odd little bits and pieces of things he doesn’t even have a name for. Most of the time, she puts her stories to a melody, inhumanly beautiful and awe-inspiring.
But what Guzol likes most is history.
“Tell me about what it was like to live here, Lala,” he says as he puts his head in her lap.
It’s not the first time he’s asked-or the second or the third or even the tenth. But Lala’s made to entertain, so she never gets annoyed with him.
“I was made,” she starts, “Three hundred years ago, in that building there.”
Guzol doesn’t even need to look up to know where she’s pointing. He knows where the building is, how many rooms it has, even the color of wallpaper that lines one of the rooms upstairs. That place is special to Lala, so it is special to him, too.
“A man named Oppelheim had me made to sing for his daughter Lucy, because she had the Forsaken Land’s disease, and so she would die soon.”
By all rights, her stories should be depressing. Her home was a place abandoned by God, where famines and plagues tore through the lands like clockwork and the people had nothing to bring them peace.
But even in Mader, the people were happy. Lala’s stories are always full of loving families and smiling children, people who never gave up even though there was nothing for them to look forward to. And if the people abandoned by God could survive-and thrive-for so long, then maybe he and Lala, abandoned by men, have a chance at happiness too.
“Go on,” he says to Lala, squeezing her hand, and her voice carries through the night.