[FT] try and forgive me this weakness.
Series: Fairy Tail.
Word Count: 859.
Characters/Pairings: HibikiAriel.
Notes: i hate Nico for doing this to me. i don't even ship this, screw you.
Summary: and it's over before it really even gets a chance to start.
try and forgive me this weakness
When you're 16, Hibiki's 20, you think maybe you're too young for him. Your first meeting, he takes your hand and plants a kiss above your knuckles. You think he's an idiot. He does it to the other women, but he comes back to your side. He thinks you're bright as the sun. There was no reason why he had to choose you. You don't know why it was you, and not someone like Lucy, or Erza, or Nico, even. But he found you. He chose you. And you've just - never been sure how to handle him. He's charming, but he's overwhelming - but he's also intelligent and gentle and kind. He loves the golden streaks at the tips of your hair and the way you laugh with your entire body.
You never know how to handle him. He doesn't expect anything and you don't know if that makes it better or worse. He doesn't even belong to your guild. But he still comes to see you almost every week. It's always a source of teasing. You hide in a dark corner or locked closet until he decides to leave. He always finds you, but he never forces you out.
Your heart beats hard and deep in your throat, and your lungs. It goes into your toes and it feels like you're - on fire, maybe. Hibiki has a perfect smile. You never know what to say. Your first kiss is random and almost but not quite unexpected, one late afternoon before he went back to Blue Pegasus. The setting sun turned your hair gold and flaming, and he smiles at you. You grasp his sleeve for a moment before forcing yourself to let go. It feels like your body is going to give out. Your heart's beating too hard, and your head feels empty and weightless but your stomach feels heavy and it crashes like waves against a cliff.
He touches your face and you shift away. He says, "I'll be back soon."
You rub your mouth and mumble, "Don't bother."
He laughs and presses his lips to your temple, and leaves you there with the sun in your hair and inside you, burning hot against the places he touched you, and for some reason you feel so frustrated, you think you might cry.
.
(Maybe - maybe - against your will, you were starting to love him. Maybe his - everything - was growing on you. Maybe you missed him, sometimes, when he wasn't around, and protested that much harder. It made you feel sick.
Maybe - if you hadn't gone, then - you both could've -
It's over now. But - maybe - if you could rewind -
You feel ill.)
.
You're 16 and Hibiki is 27. It's been seven years for him, and a week for you. You come back like a ghost made of sunlight, and when he sees you (flames and gold and dark eyes with black, black, black eyelashes), he smiles in disbelief. You look carefully, and you can tell he looks - tired. He crushes you in his arms, and he smells... different. Older. You close your eyes, frown deeply, and try to adjust.
He pulls back and he's laughing, but it's all different. It's been an eternity. You can feel it, and it makes you ache. There's a gap between the two of you now that just can't be crossed. And you don't really - want to even try. He moved on. He's older now, ready to do things that you just aren't. And when you meet his girlfriend, she's nice and pretty and she fits on his arm, and smiles at him like she's happy to be there. He deserves that. You approve of her, even though it hurts. Just a little. You feel sick.
For him, it's been seven years. You keep reminding yourself when you want to be angry or sick, it's been so long that it's amazing he even believed you were alive. He doesn't tell you, or anyone else, that he remembers the way you shone - that you shine - brighter than the sun, or that the image of you, dazed and on fire from the sun behind your head like a halo, is the thing that forced him through the times he almost believed that maybe - against everything his heart said - you were dead.
Maybe, in a different life - but this is now. In the moments it takes you to pull away from each other, you feel the separation already. You smile at each other and step away. There's nothing else to say.
(You still feel sick.)
fin.
Word Count: 859.
Characters/Pairings: HibikiAriel.
Notes: i hate Nico for doing this to me. i don't even ship this, screw you.
Summary: and it's over before it really even gets a chance to start.
try and forgive me this weakness
When you're 16, Hibiki's 20, you think maybe you're too young for him. Your first meeting, he takes your hand and plants a kiss above your knuckles. You think he's an idiot. He does it to the other women, but he comes back to your side. He thinks you're bright as the sun. There was no reason why he had to choose you. You don't know why it was you, and not someone like Lucy, or Erza, or Nico, even. But he found you. He chose you. And you've just - never been sure how to handle him. He's charming, but he's overwhelming - but he's also intelligent and gentle and kind. He loves the golden streaks at the tips of your hair and the way you laugh with your entire body.
You never know how to handle him. He doesn't expect anything and you don't know if that makes it better or worse. He doesn't even belong to your guild. But he still comes to see you almost every week. It's always a source of teasing. You hide in a dark corner or locked closet until he decides to leave. He always finds you, but he never forces you out.
Your heart beats hard and deep in your throat, and your lungs. It goes into your toes and it feels like you're - on fire, maybe. Hibiki has a perfect smile. You never know what to say. Your first kiss is random and almost but not quite unexpected, one late afternoon before he went back to Blue Pegasus. The setting sun turned your hair gold and flaming, and he smiles at you. You grasp his sleeve for a moment before forcing yourself to let go. It feels like your body is going to give out. Your heart's beating too hard, and your head feels empty and weightless but your stomach feels heavy and it crashes like waves against a cliff.
He touches your face and you shift away. He says, "I'll be back soon."
You rub your mouth and mumble, "Don't bother."
He laughs and presses his lips to your temple, and leaves you there with the sun in your hair and inside you, burning hot against the places he touched you, and for some reason you feel so frustrated, you think you might cry.
.
(Maybe - maybe - against your will, you were starting to love him. Maybe his - everything - was growing on you. Maybe you missed him, sometimes, when he wasn't around, and protested that much harder. It made you feel sick.
Maybe - if you hadn't gone, then - you both could've -
It's over now. But - maybe - if you could rewind -
You feel ill.)
.
You're 16 and Hibiki is 27. It's been seven years for him, and a week for you. You come back like a ghost made of sunlight, and when he sees you (flames and gold and dark eyes with black, black, black eyelashes), he smiles in disbelief. You look carefully, and you can tell he looks - tired. He crushes you in his arms, and he smells... different. Older. You close your eyes, frown deeply, and try to adjust.
He pulls back and he's laughing, but it's all different. It's been an eternity. You can feel it, and it makes you ache. There's a gap between the two of you now that just can't be crossed. And you don't really - want to even try. He moved on. He's older now, ready to do things that you just aren't. And when you meet his girlfriend, she's nice and pretty and she fits on his arm, and smiles at him like she's happy to be there. He deserves that. You approve of her, even though it hurts. Just a little. You feel sick.
For him, it's been seven years. You keep reminding yourself when you want to be angry or sick, it's been so long that it's amazing he even believed you were alive. He doesn't tell you, or anyone else, that he remembers the way you shone - that you shine - brighter than the sun, or that the image of you, dazed and on fire from the sun behind your head like a halo, is the thing that forced him through the times he almost believed that maybe - against everything his heart said - you were dead.
Maybe, in a different life - but this is now. In the moments it takes you to pull away from each other, you feel the separation already. You smile at each other and step away. There's nothing else to say.
(You still feel sick.)
fin.