And From This Light Everything Shattered [Tales of Hearts, Hisui/Shing, T]
Title: And from this light everything shattered.
Author/Artist: littlelinor
Rating: T
Warnings: Spoilers for the entire game, mentions of sex
Prompt:Tales of Hearts, Hisui/Shing: denial - the more he thinks about it the angrier he gets
Word count: 1174
Summary: Anger turned to fear, and would never let him go
A/N: This could have been longer, but I kept it short and vague on purpose. Might do a longer version someday.
Will be cross-posted, because this fandom needs pimping.
It begins at the top of Grim, the shake of the earthquake merely an amplified image of his own quiver of fear, frustration and anger. It's a fear, burning and insidious, but instead of a heartening heat its burn is fashioned out of scalding cold, an icy sweat running along his spine.
Anger is what he has always used to warm himself against pain, confusion and loneliness. It had worked in the snows of Nowqueen and through their flight from Incarose, but here it feels suffocating, heavy on his skin and in his lungs. Anger began to taste bitter when the boy it was directed at started sobbing over his dying guardian, and the loss of that comforting warmth spiked his dislike, giving wind to its fire.
And then the fear came.
When his head clears he will wonder why he even tried to stop the idiot -it's his fault that Kohak is in this state after all, with his light-hearted assurance, and he had better make amends for it- but the moment Shing jumps over the ridge he feels empty, bereft, as if all he can cling to is hanging on the edge of the void with the two figures kneeling there.
There is nothing Hisui hates more than being helpless. It's the only fear he will admit to himself, engrained into his mind with his long-awarded role as his sister's protector.
When they jump back he hits with all the force of his fear, a catharsis as much as a message.
Brown eyes shine happily at him and the fear drills itself further within his bones, with both revelations. Fear will never leave him. And the message never made it across.
He should never have said his name.
For all he acts strong and more than proved his worth in battle, Hisui thinks Shing is probably more fragile than Kohak. There's too much of him leaking out at all times, too many offered smiles and feelings, too much putting himself in harm's way to prove a point. He is a liability, a too random factor, and yet with time that incomprehensible sacrifice becomes predictable.
Hisui hates him, for creating this fault into his heart.
He never feels the shift in his perception.
When Kunzite turns on him he is strung with rage, and this desire -need- to kill, to get out of the way and render incapable of harm, and it is only as Kohak pleads that he wonders when Kunzite's reasoning stopped being his own.
It's Shing he jumped to protect, and for whom he would have bloddied his hands.
He cannot decide which he hates the most anymore. Shing for wrecking his vision of the world and playing with his fears, or the world for trying to bring Shing to harm.
Soma link is but a cruel joke.
When he sees him bleeding on the floor at Kohak's feet, it finally hits home for the first time that Shing is as mortal as any of them, and it makes Hisui hate him all the more. There was something about the smile, the ability to link -through soma and through words- with anyone, and the sheer crazy luck that had made him seem invincible despite his vulnerability. Now he is broken in front of him, and he is torn between wanting to slap him for trying to fight even now and joining Kohak in gripping at his hand and clinging to his life.
He turns to fight Incarose instead.
Shing is alive on the beach, and he can't find a way to hate him for it.
And Kohak had always, always been the better one of the two, because she's the one who drags him back into life when he wants to erase himself from it. His life would have been easier if the old man and his daughter hadn't had that stupid hope, but when he tries he can't wrap his mind around it.
A world without Shing is impossible. There is something blaringly weird and lopsided about it, a flaw that would eventually make it shatter.
He realizes it now, and he can't let Shing be hurt, can't bear to let him destroy himself, and can't comprehend how Creed could ever have lived inside such a soul.
It had been a bet, a hope that could have led the world to its destruction. And yet now he can understand Shing's words about a smile in front of him.
He silently thanks Zeks and Dona, and his sister with them.
Soma link is still a cruel joke, but now it helps him cope, take what he can from the feeling of safety and ignore the need to touch, to cling. He bathes in the trickle of loving feelings he can feel from him and Kohak, and takes his role as protector once more. Lets himself open to those who would love him, even though he can't see what's to love.
They fight, and save and destroy, and he had never expected to see his tears again, not when the battle is finally won, but Shing always gives too much of himself, even to those who would destroy him, and that will never change.
He hopes he will never be one of them.
And he is alone again, because they have all fought too hard and deserve more than a thankless death or awkward glances, but that warmth still draws him, and he finds himself coming back because the world outside is filled with his shadow, imprints of his presence, signs of where he has been and what he has done.
He clings at that warmth, his arms circling his chest and letting his ear seek a lullaby, a heartbeat. It speeds to a fugue and then settles back down as he hears a small glitter of breath, a happy chuckle as bright as Asteria's light, and fingers come to caress his hands.
It is him who is vulnerable this time, because Shing has always been a factor over which he had no control.
He is quivering once more, but no earthquake can hide it this time. Shing turns in his arms, and in his smile are all the light of spiria and the warmth of soma. There are arms bringing him close and down, a voice laughing with happy pleasure calling his name, and the fear is back but he bends down to caress and taste, heartbeat burning even faster in something that is neither frustration nor anger.
It's probably the most powerful fear of them all, because in those eyes are absolute trust, not a single doubt, nor the slighest possibility that Hisui would ever bring him to harm. He thinks that he could bring a knife to his neck and Shing would not so much as shift.
It's terrifying, having to protect once more, being at the focus of so much trust. It's too big a responsability and Hisui had never been fond of responsabilities.
He wishes he was still able to hate anything about him.
Author/Artist: littlelinor
Rating: T
Warnings: Spoilers for the entire game, mentions of sex
Prompt:Tales of Hearts, Hisui/Shing: denial - the more he thinks about it the angrier he gets
Word count: 1174
Summary: Anger turned to fear, and would never let him go
A/N: This could have been longer, but I kept it short and vague on purpose. Might do a longer version someday.
Will be cross-posted, because this fandom needs pimping.
It begins at the top of Grim, the shake of the earthquake merely an amplified image of his own quiver of fear, frustration and anger. It's a fear, burning and insidious, but instead of a heartening heat its burn is fashioned out of scalding cold, an icy sweat running along his spine.
Anger is what he has always used to warm himself against pain, confusion and loneliness. It had worked in the snows of Nowqueen and through their flight from Incarose, but here it feels suffocating, heavy on his skin and in his lungs. Anger began to taste bitter when the boy it was directed at started sobbing over his dying guardian, and the loss of that comforting warmth spiked his dislike, giving wind to its fire.
And then the fear came.
When his head clears he will wonder why he even tried to stop the idiot -it's his fault that Kohak is in this state after all, with his light-hearted assurance, and he had better make amends for it- but the moment Shing jumps over the ridge he feels empty, bereft, as if all he can cling to is hanging on the edge of the void with the two figures kneeling there.
There is nothing Hisui hates more than being helpless. It's the only fear he will admit to himself, engrained into his mind with his long-awarded role as his sister's protector.
When they jump back he hits with all the force of his fear, a catharsis as much as a message.
Brown eyes shine happily at him and the fear drills itself further within his bones, with both revelations. Fear will never leave him. And the message never made it across.
He should never have said his name.
For all he acts strong and more than proved his worth in battle, Hisui thinks Shing is probably more fragile than Kohak. There's too much of him leaking out at all times, too many offered smiles and feelings, too much putting himself in harm's way to prove a point. He is a liability, a too random factor, and yet with time that incomprehensible sacrifice becomes predictable.
Hisui hates him, for creating this fault into his heart.
He never feels the shift in his perception.
When Kunzite turns on him he is strung with rage, and this desire -need- to kill, to get out of the way and render incapable of harm, and it is only as Kohak pleads that he wonders when Kunzite's reasoning stopped being his own.
It's Shing he jumped to protect, and for whom he would have bloddied his hands.
He cannot decide which he hates the most anymore. Shing for wrecking his vision of the world and playing with his fears, or the world for trying to bring Shing to harm.
Soma link is but a cruel joke.
When he sees him bleeding on the floor at Kohak's feet, it finally hits home for the first time that Shing is as mortal as any of them, and it makes Hisui hate him all the more. There was something about the smile, the ability to link -through soma and through words- with anyone, and the sheer crazy luck that had made him seem invincible despite his vulnerability. Now he is broken in front of him, and he is torn between wanting to slap him for trying to fight even now and joining Kohak in gripping at his hand and clinging to his life.
He turns to fight Incarose instead.
Shing is alive on the beach, and he can't find a way to hate him for it.
And Kohak had always, always been the better one of the two, because she's the one who drags him back into life when he wants to erase himself from it. His life would have been easier if the old man and his daughter hadn't had that stupid hope, but when he tries he can't wrap his mind around it.
A world without Shing is impossible. There is something blaringly weird and lopsided about it, a flaw that would eventually make it shatter.
He realizes it now, and he can't let Shing be hurt, can't bear to let him destroy himself, and can't comprehend how Creed could ever have lived inside such a soul.
It had been a bet, a hope that could have led the world to its destruction. And yet now he can understand Shing's words about a smile in front of him.
He silently thanks Zeks and Dona, and his sister with them.
Soma link is still a cruel joke, but now it helps him cope, take what he can from the feeling of safety and ignore the need to touch, to cling. He bathes in the trickle of loving feelings he can feel from him and Kohak, and takes his role as protector once more. Lets himself open to those who would love him, even though he can't see what's to love.
They fight, and save and destroy, and he had never expected to see his tears again, not when the battle is finally won, but Shing always gives too much of himself, even to those who would destroy him, and that will never change.
He hopes he will never be one of them.
And he is alone again, because they have all fought too hard and deserve more than a thankless death or awkward glances, but that warmth still draws him, and he finds himself coming back because the world outside is filled with his shadow, imprints of his presence, signs of where he has been and what he has done.
He clings at that warmth, his arms circling his chest and letting his ear seek a lullaby, a heartbeat. It speeds to a fugue and then settles back down as he hears a small glitter of breath, a happy chuckle as bright as Asteria's light, and fingers come to caress his hands.
It is him who is vulnerable this time, because Shing has always been a factor over which he had no control.
He is quivering once more, but no earthquake can hide it this time. Shing turns in his arms, and in his smile are all the light of spiria and the warmth of soma. There are arms bringing him close and down, a voice laughing with happy pleasure calling his name, and the fear is back but he bends down to caress and taste, heartbeat burning even faster in something that is neither frustration nor anger.
It's probably the most powerful fear of them all, because in those eyes are absolute trust, not a single doubt, nor the slighest possibility that Hisui would ever bring him to harm. He thinks that he could bring a knife to his neck and Shing would not so much as shift.
It's terrifying, having to protect once more, being at the focus of so much trust. It's too big a responsability and Hisui had never been fond of responsabilities.
He wishes he was still able to hate anything about him.