{Synchronicity} "it's not enough to say that i miss you"
Title: "it's not enough to say that i miss you"
Fandom: Storm Hawks
Theme/Prompt 61. stories, 64damn_prompts
Characters/Pairings: light Dark Ace/Aerrow
Rating: K
A/N: inspired by psychelogical's charming microfic meme ( link )
“Guess what, Daddy? I’m gonna marry Ace someday!”
Aerrow’s mouth pulled down into a frown at the memory, which he wholeheartedly tries to shove to the back of his mind again. The boy couldn’t even believe he’d said that, even as a child! How ridiculously humiliating that he’d practically proposed to his now worst enemy. What on earth could he have seen in him at 4 years old?
When the boy tried to remember, he’d only get flashes, glimpses of the person he’d once been so close to - a soft, patient smile, the whoosh of the wind past his ears from his first ride on a Skimmer, fragments of a day spent playing hide-and-seek (“I’ll always find you, Aerrow.”), an amused chuckle, careful fingers that wiped away the tears caused by a skinned knee, and the sad, regretful way he’d looked at him those final few days.
Aerrow is right up close to the man now, in the intimate dance of an inevitable battle. The boy wonders if he remembers. In his moment of fleeting attention, the elder leans forward and whispers against the boy’s ear, like something of a kiss.
“Decided on a date for the wedding yet?”
Fandom: Storm Hawks
Theme/Prompt 61. stories, 64damn_prompts
Characters/Pairings: light Dark Ace/Aerrow
Rating: K
A/N: inspired by psychelogical's charming microfic meme ( link )
“Guess what, Daddy? I’m gonna marry Ace someday!”
Aerrow’s mouth pulled down into a frown at the memory, which he wholeheartedly tries to shove to the back of his mind again. The boy couldn’t even believe he’d said that, even as a child! How ridiculously humiliating that he’d practically proposed to his now worst enemy. What on earth could he have seen in him at 4 years old?
When the boy tried to remember, he’d only get flashes, glimpses of the person he’d once been so close to - a soft, patient smile, the whoosh of the wind past his ears from his first ride on a Skimmer, fragments of a day spent playing hide-and-seek (“I’ll always find you, Aerrow.”), an amused chuckle, careful fingers that wiped away the tears caused by a skinned knee, and the sad, regretful way he’d looked at him those final few days.
Aerrow is right up close to the man now, in the intimate dance of an inevitable battle. The boy wonders if he remembers. In his moment of fleeting attention, the elder leans forward and whispers against the boy’s ear, like something of a kiss.
“Decided on a date for the wedding yet?”