Drabble, yo

Jul 23, 2007 20:44

Got back from a week in Michigan yesterday and so I'm trying to getting around to reading/looking at/loving everyone's awesome work. I took a break to indulge this little plot bunny (and to try and crack my writer's block on Family):

Title: Remorse
Inspiration/Music: "Mad World" by Gary Jules and Michael Andrews
Rating: G
Spoilers: Just for the Acid!Tokyo arc (but it isn't related to the arc at all)
Note: Set sometime after the Celes arc. This is a drabble about how Fai (and kind of Kurogane) might react differently when things go wrong; how returning to Celes may change him.

A cold wind blew across a small courtyard, dead leaves dancing across the smoke-coloured bricks. The ornate stone buildings surrounding the courtyard sat unmoving, unfeeling, matching the emotions of the man sitting below them.

The leaves continued their tangled waltz until they brushed against the base of the great stone fountain that lay in the center of the courtyard where they turned to dust and drifted into the wind.

The man sat gazing at the withered marble angel, the centerpiece of the fountain, whose arms were raised to the heavens as if begging a higher power for just one more chance. Pale blonde hair curtained an even paler face and a single blue eye traced the angel’s longing face again and again; he didn’t even hear the footsteps behind him.

“We did everything we could for her,” came a soft murmur, a voice rough with restrained emotion.

The blonde sitting on the rim of the fountain didn’t answer, but instead continued his silent plea for this angel. And again, footsteps drew the second man closer.

“We have to go.”

A comforting hand found its way to the blonde’s shoulder, taking a gentle hold of the coarse tunic. After a few moments of the nearly silent wind whisking leaves from the trees, the blonde nodded and turned to the second, dark-haired man. Crimson met blue in a silent conversation and the thinner man rose to his feet, allowing his companion to lead him out of the courtyard, but not before taking one final glance over his shoulder.

His eye found the angel’s and he softly murmured, “I’m sorry.”

fai, angst, kurogane

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