Elysian [#04] [Lockon/Tieria] [Gundam 00]
Title :: Elysian
Prompt :: “Rebirth” [10_prompts]
Pairing :: Lockon/Tieria
Rating/Warnings :: PG; spoilers for entire first season.
Wordcount :: 500
Summary :: He’d made his choices, and he hadn’t looked back.
Lockon, he thinks, had loved them. Had loved them all, and fiercely, transferring feelings for a lost family into something that he could actually still protect. (There’s no point in changing the world if you don’t have someone to change it for, after all.)
It was futile in the end, perhaps, and maybe even approaching foolish - but he knew there had been no regret involved. He’d made his choices, and he hadn’t looked back.
He’d gotten so much of what he wanted, and it was still somehow disgustingly unfair.
But that was the way the world worked, after all; if it was perfect, than none of them would have even met.
And there was something wrong about that, too.
They’d had the potential to form a family, all four of them, in and of themselves - but that family would have had a nucleus, a centre, the person Lockon had most wanted to keep close and safe.
He could admit that, now, and all the wasted potential made him sick. (His bed felt as empty as the world, without linked hands against the sheets and that piercing gaze following his every move, and he still woke up stupidly expecting warmth at his side. Mornings, he’d discovered, never got any easier, no matter how much he tried to forget and move on during the day.)
Sometimes, love just isn’t enough, even if it’s all you’ve got to hold on to.
But it was still the only thing that made any of it worthwhile, he supposed. They’d both had their plans (Veda and Celestial Being and revenge and change) and the intention to stick firmly to them; but in the end it had all paled in comparison to the unpredictable idea of each other.
The thought was a bittersweet comfort these days, and he missed it more than he could let on, expression still held in the perpetual mask that hadn’t slipped throughout all these years.
He missed him, he missed everything, and at this point he didn’t suppose that it would ever stop. Not until he found his way back to his side.
But he had faith that someday he would, and it made his lips curve into the smallest of true smiles.
“I guess Lockon wasn’t the only one who loved you, after all,” Neil Dylandy murmured with a strange strangled laugh, glass of liquor clenched tight in one hand as his gaze traveled up to space. “I thought it would be better to just let him die, to put that part of my life to rest with the revenge of my family; that I’d accomplished everything I needed to and could just wait on the world to change. That I was finally done.”
He shook his head in both bemusement and denial, and stared up at the stars. “But maybe I don’t give a damn about the world, if I can’t see it with you.”
Now, maybe the only thing I want is to go back to where you are.
Prompt :: “Rebirth” [10_prompts]
Pairing :: Lockon/Tieria
Rating/Warnings :: PG; spoilers for entire first season.
Wordcount :: 500
Summary :: He’d made his choices, and he hadn’t looked back.
Lockon, he thinks, had loved them. Had loved them all, and fiercely, transferring feelings for a lost family into something that he could actually still protect. (There’s no point in changing the world if you don’t have someone to change it for, after all.)
It was futile in the end, perhaps, and maybe even approaching foolish - but he knew there had been no regret involved. He’d made his choices, and he hadn’t looked back.
He’d gotten so much of what he wanted, and it was still somehow disgustingly unfair.
But that was the way the world worked, after all; if it was perfect, than none of them would have even met.
And there was something wrong about that, too.
They’d had the potential to form a family, all four of them, in and of themselves - but that family would have had a nucleus, a centre, the person Lockon had most wanted to keep close and safe.
He could admit that, now, and all the wasted potential made him sick. (His bed felt as empty as the world, without linked hands against the sheets and that piercing gaze following his every move, and he still woke up stupidly expecting warmth at his side. Mornings, he’d discovered, never got any easier, no matter how much he tried to forget and move on during the day.)
Sometimes, love just isn’t enough, even if it’s all you’ve got to hold on to.
But it was still the only thing that made any of it worthwhile, he supposed. They’d both had their plans (Veda and Celestial Being and revenge and change) and the intention to stick firmly to them; but in the end it had all paled in comparison to the unpredictable idea of each other.
The thought was a bittersweet comfort these days, and he missed it more than he could let on, expression still held in the perpetual mask that hadn’t slipped throughout all these years.
He missed him, he missed everything, and at this point he didn’t suppose that it would ever stop. Not until he found his way back to his side.
But he had faith that someday he would, and it made his lips curve into the smallest of true smiles.
“I guess Lockon wasn’t the only one who loved you, after all,” Neil Dylandy murmured with a strange strangled laugh, glass of liquor clenched tight in one hand as his gaze traveled up to space. “I thought it would be better to just let him die, to put that part of my life to rest with the revenge of my family; that I’d accomplished everything I needed to and could just wait on the world to change. That I was finally done.”
He shook his head in both bemusement and denial, and stared up at the stars. “But maybe I don’t give a damn about the world, if I can’t see it with you.”
Now, maybe the only thing I want is to go back to where you are.