[Ficlet] The Taste Dreams Realized Leave Behind
Title: The Taste Dreams Realized Leave Behind
Author: Shizuka
Rating: PG
Series: X, Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLES
Characters/Pairings: TRC!Seishiro, X!Subaru
Word Count: 438
Author's Notes: Angst. Unjustifiable angst. Well. It's Subaru, so I suppose there is justification. >.> Also, whoever can guess where the title comes from gets a drabble, even if they already requested one on the entry below. hint, hint
Death clings like bile to his tongue and sakura scatters like ashes to the wind. He jerks from the other’s grasp, stumbling backwards in an attempt to create space, distance. The man stands there, gaze steady and assessing, and Subaru stares back, eyes just as steady and unseeing as the eyes that flash through his mind.
This man’s gaze is full of life, and Subaru thinks that this man is nothing like the one from his own world. This man is alive, and the scent of death is dull, nothing like the vivid tang of fading life he is used to.
I wonder, the man begins, is there a world where Subaru-kun and I are not connected?
The question hangs in the air between them, heavy and oppressive as time slowly ticks away. Subaru takes a deep breath; it is only then that he realizes he is shaking.
Who says that we’re connected in this one? he questions in response, not wanting to dwell too closely on the answer that the other man’s question could illicit. He remembers that woman smiling sadly at him, her finger petal soft against his cheek as she whispers sorrowful words of a destiny that he cannot escape, of worlds where he exists but knows nothing of and other fates he will not experience.
The man looks at him closely, as if considering his next words. There is a red string that ties my soul to his, the man says cheerfully. If there is an incarnation of my soul here, surely it would be connected to yours.
Subaru closes his eyes, willing himself to ignore the cadence of the familiar voice, to end the conversation and turn away. Still, there are things that he is not strong enough to walk away from, and the man in front him is one he never could deny.
Then why ask? Subaru rejoins, careful to keep his voice steady. It would not do to appear weak in front of this man, he knows.
His question is met with a smile and a nod of approval. There is nothing left to say as the man turns away from him, though it is hard to hold still, to not rush forward and cling like he so desperately wishes to do. Instead, he watches as the man holds a feather in the palm of his hand and calls forth a portal.
There is no pause or glance back before he disappears from one world to the next, and Subaru watches as despair he’d thought long buried crashes over him again, drowning him with the weight of sorrows long since passed.
Author: Shizuka
Rating: PG
Series: X, Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLES
Characters/Pairings: TRC!Seishiro, X!Subaru
Word Count: 438
Author's Notes: Angst. Unjustifiable angst. Well. It's Subaru, so I suppose there is justification. >.> Also, whoever can guess where the title comes from gets a drabble, even if they already requested one on the entry below. hint, hint
Death clings like bile to his tongue and sakura scatters like ashes to the wind. He jerks from the other’s grasp, stumbling backwards in an attempt to create space, distance. The man stands there, gaze steady and assessing, and Subaru stares back, eyes just as steady and unseeing as the eyes that flash through his mind.
This man’s gaze is full of life, and Subaru thinks that this man is nothing like the one from his own world. This man is alive, and the scent of death is dull, nothing like the vivid tang of fading life he is used to.
I wonder, the man begins, is there a world where Subaru-kun and I are not connected?
The question hangs in the air between them, heavy and oppressive as time slowly ticks away. Subaru takes a deep breath; it is only then that he realizes he is shaking.
Who says that we’re connected in this one? he questions in response, not wanting to dwell too closely on the answer that the other man’s question could illicit. He remembers that woman smiling sadly at him, her finger petal soft against his cheek as she whispers sorrowful words of a destiny that he cannot escape, of worlds where he exists but knows nothing of and other fates he will not experience.
The man looks at him closely, as if considering his next words. There is a red string that ties my soul to his, the man says cheerfully. If there is an incarnation of my soul here, surely it would be connected to yours.
Subaru closes his eyes, willing himself to ignore the cadence of the familiar voice, to end the conversation and turn away. Still, there are things that he is not strong enough to walk away from, and the man in front him is one he never could deny.
Then why ask? Subaru rejoins, careful to keep his voice steady. It would not do to appear weak in front of this man, he knows.
His question is met with a smile and a nod of approval. There is nothing left to say as the man turns away from him, though it is hard to hold still, to not rush forward and cling like he so desperately wishes to do. Instead, he watches as the man holds a feather in the palm of his hand and calls forth a portal.
There is no pause or glance back before he disappears from one world to the next, and Subaru watches as despair he’d thought long buried crashes over him again, drowning him with the weight of sorrows long since passed.