sangria #5; cranberry #21; rum raisin #15; pocky chain
Author: Marika Kailaya
Title: Didn't I, My Dear?
'Verse: Nagekawashii; LD
Challenge: Sangria: 5. The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice / An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. - Lord Byron; Cranberry: 21. Judgement; Rum Raisin: 15. stranger
Toppings/Extras: Pocky chain
Wordcount: 300
Rating: PG
A/N: N/A
There are things that stick in his head and make him wonder, was that what did it? Was he easily enough pushed by a vicious kid glaring at him beneath strobe lights? The way he threw the vase, the way it hit Lavender's wall and the way he collapsed against the door-or just the crying in the alleyway, the sound of the most beautiful and miserable voice in the world on the edge of death and true delusion.
He doesn't know why he loved Ijirashii so much, or why, or how, or when. It was a long time ago.
***
The worst crime in the world Lavender has ever committed was not falling in love with Ijirashii.
It was losing Ijirashii.
He can see it now. Probably, he thinks, he could see it then, when Ijirashii stood before him in rage and waited for an explanation that wasn't ever going to come. Ijirashii had been furious with Lavender before, in sanity and in madness, terror, pettiness, and justified hatred, but that was the worst, because Ijirashii knew the truth just by looking at him, at Blair, and for the first time Lavender didn't try even once to lie to him.
***
He is a stranger with flesh on his sharp bones and dancer's muscles, long hair piled on top of his head and warm clothes covering his body though to be fair in this place it's always ninety degrees of sweat and motion.
History repeats itself.
But Lavender will change it this one time. He swears he will, or he will die. Already it's different. Ijirashii is not glaring at him. Lavender is not smiling. And it is under the strange light of sobriety and years that Ijirashii walks out before him; and Lavender, like he is being saved, follows him.
Title: Didn't I, My Dear?
'Verse: Nagekawashii; LD
Challenge: Sangria: 5. The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice / An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. - Lord Byron; Cranberry: 21. Judgement; Rum Raisin: 15. stranger
Toppings/Extras: Pocky chain
Wordcount: 300
Rating: PG
A/N: N/A
There are things that stick in his head and make him wonder, was that what did it? Was he easily enough pushed by a vicious kid glaring at him beneath strobe lights? The way he threw the vase, the way it hit Lavender's wall and the way he collapsed against the door-or just the crying in the alleyway, the sound of the most beautiful and miserable voice in the world on the edge of death and true delusion.
He doesn't know why he loved Ijirashii so much, or why, or how, or when. It was a long time ago.
***
The worst crime in the world Lavender has ever committed was not falling in love with Ijirashii.
It was losing Ijirashii.
He can see it now. Probably, he thinks, he could see it then, when Ijirashii stood before him in rage and waited for an explanation that wasn't ever going to come. Ijirashii had been furious with Lavender before, in sanity and in madness, terror, pettiness, and justified hatred, but that was the worst, because Ijirashii knew the truth just by looking at him, at Blair, and for the first time Lavender didn't try even once to lie to him.
***
He is a stranger with flesh on his sharp bones and dancer's muscles, long hair piled on top of his head and warm clothes covering his body though to be fair in this place it's always ninety degrees of sweat and motion.
History repeats itself.
But Lavender will change it this one time. He swears he will, or he will die. Already it's different. Ijirashii is not glaring at him. Lavender is not smiling. And it is under the strange light of sobriety and years that Ijirashii walks out before him; and Lavender, like he is being saved, follows him.