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Title: Wolf
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Van, Luke (slight VanLuke)
Rating: uhhh PG?
Prompt: Free for all
Other: Uh kinda weird. and I hate quotation marks.
Sleep young angel, close your eyes; the wolf is coming.
The song is soft and melodic in his ears, eyes fluttering shut. He wraps himself in multitudes of blankets as Van sings to him, the words unfamiliar.
Hide your head and hide your wings; the wolf looks for little angels.
What do the words mean, he asks, ginger curls tickling his cheek. The language is foreign to him, old and broken and unknown. Van simply smiles down on him, and keeps signing.
Stay from the shadows and stay from the light; no place is safe when the wolf comes.
Van, Van, please tell me. He reaches his little hand up to stroke Van’s cheek, fingers brushing against his beard.
Run as fast as you can, fly hard and high; there is nowhere to hide.
Luke frowns, corners of his mouth curling down. Van, Van, tell me! His hand travels down to Van’s collar, he pulls on it; Please?
The wolf has come, the wolf has come, and now it’s time to die.
Van leans down, smiling softly, genially, and Luke feels safe. Van kisses him, gently, delicately, and Luke feels safe. His hand reaches up to grasp Luke’s neck, strongly, carefully, and Luke still feels safe, even after he snaps it like a twig.
Run little angel, run far away; the wolf has begun his feast.
Luke’s eyes go pale and his skin goes cold, little platelets of green ice on the ashen ground.
Gnashes his teeth and rips with his claws; the wolf has begun his feast.
Van takes the broken little body in his arms and cradles it, singing quietly to the lifeless corpse curled up in his arms.
Gnashes his teeth and rips with his claws; the wolf has begun his feast…
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Van, Luke (slight VanLuke)
Rating: uhhh PG?
Prompt: Free for all
Other: Uh kinda weird. and I hate quotation marks.
Sleep young angel, close your eyes; the wolf is coming.
The song is soft and melodic in his ears, eyes fluttering shut. He wraps himself in multitudes of blankets as Van sings to him, the words unfamiliar.
Hide your head and hide your wings; the wolf looks for little angels.
What do the words mean, he asks, ginger curls tickling his cheek. The language is foreign to him, old and broken and unknown. Van simply smiles down on him, and keeps signing.
Stay from the shadows and stay from the light; no place is safe when the wolf comes.
Van, Van, please tell me. He reaches his little hand up to stroke Van’s cheek, fingers brushing against his beard.
Run as fast as you can, fly hard and high; there is nowhere to hide.
Luke frowns, corners of his mouth curling down. Van, Van, tell me! His hand travels down to Van’s collar, he pulls on it; Please?
The wolf has come, the wolf has come, and now it’s time to die.
Van leans down, smiling softly, genially, and Luke feels safe. Van kisses him, gently, delicately, and Luke feels safe. His hand reaches up to grasp Luke’s neck, strongly, carefully, and Luke still feels safe, even after he snaps it like a twig.
Run little angel, run far away; the wolf has begun his feast.
Luke’s eyes go pale and his skin goes cold, little platelets of green ice on the ashen ground.
Gnashes his teeth and rips with his claws; the wolf has begun his feast.
Van takes the broken little body in his arms and cradles it, singing quietly to the lifeless corpse curled up in his arms.
Gnashes his teeth and rips with his claws; the wolf has begun his feast…