Be my Valentine [One Shot]
Title: Be my Valentine
Author: outori
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ruki x Uruha
Genre: angst, calamity, despair
Warnings: death
Disclaimer: Not owning anyone in the story, only the story
Synopsis: Ruki is despairing over a loss he never saw coming. Sorry I'm at a loss for words right now, can't find a synopsis that tells enough but not too much.
Author’s notes: I got inspired by... well today being Valentines, and being alone and walking through the dense fog outside...Calm Envy came up and just somehow, it clicked, and there I was with thoughts in my head that I needed to get out. I mention Maenads. They were the female spirits that ripped Orpheus apart.
Ever since I first met you, I noticed this one thing about you.
There is something tragic about your person. I never knew just how to express this woe it awoke in me. The very first time I looked into your eyes, those almond brown marbles that pierced through my gaze like glass splinters, that very time, I broke, and spilled unceasingly into your gentle palms, not caring about that premonition of ever-present calamity.
Now, with the cold sipping in through my cloths and the cataclysmic silver moon shining down on me through a wall of mist I don’t know what there is left. I don’t know what there is left now, for me, of everything. Staring into nothingness, trying to remember the life in your eyes. A gust of wind tears at my scarf, wrenches at my icy cold hands. To me, they feel hot. No. To me, they don’t feel like anything. They’re numb. Everything about me is numb. Baby…
( The cold February wind strikes my face with a ghastly howl. I feel nothing)
Author: outori
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ruki x Uruha
Genre: angst, calamity, despair
Warnings: death
Disclaimer: Not owning anyone in the story, only the story
Synopsis: Ruki is despairing over a loss he never saw coming. Sorry I'm at a loss for words right now, can't find a synopsis that tells enough but not too much.
Author’s notes: I got inspired by... well today being Valentines, and being alone and walking through the dense fog outside...Calm Envy came up and just somehow, it clicked, and there I was with thoughts in my head that I needed to get out. I mention Maenads. They were the female spirits that ripped Orpheus apart.
Ever since I first met you, I noticed this one thing about you.
There is something tragic about your person. I never knew just how to express this woe it awoke in me. The very first time I looked into your eyes, those almond brown marbles that pierced through my gaze like glass splinters, that very time, I broke, and spilled unceasingly into your gentle palms, not caring about that premonition of ever-present calamity.
Now, with the cold sipping in through my cloths and the cataclysmic silver moon shining down on me through a wall of mist I don’t know what there is left. I don’t know what there is left now, for me, of everything. Staring into nothingness, trying to remember the life in your eyes. A gust of wind tears at my scarf, wrenches at my icy cold hands. To me, they feel hot. No. To me, they don’t feel like anything. They’re numb. Everything about me is numb. Baby…
( The cold February wind strikes my face with a ghastly howl. I feel nothing)