stagesoflove drabbles: Akio/Dios
I did the first round of stagesoflove for 2006, and one of the pairings I did was Akio/Dios. The basic idea of stagesoflove is that you write a drabble (or more) for each of the five stages of love, each drabble being either 100 words, or between 250 - 500 words. I completely forgot that I could post them to other places after the challenge was finished. ¬_¬; Each drabble is 100 words.
The Five Stages of Love
Akio/Dios
Want (+ attraction +)
This is not love. This is not desire.
His eyes are my own, wise, condemning, foolish. He is me but not me, a perfect reflection where I am the blemish, the faulted one, the one damned to always want and never have.
He is before me now, hand brushing against my face and he smiles: Dios, the part of me that I will never have anymore, no matter how many people I set to swords and ideals and wishes.
He is still smiling, and I hate him for everything that I have lost.
This is not love. This is revenge.
Promise ( + romance +)
His fingers are dark and gentle, smooth and cool as they linger against my cheek. He is warm against me, even though he should be not (ghost, demon, phantom), and the only sound is that of my breathing.
His smile holds promises, broken and dead; his kisses hold redemption and damnation. I hold him, shaking, for we are the same and one, Akio and Dios, the Ends of the World and the Rose Prince, and I both need him and hate him. I will always search for him and I will smile when I find him, when I destroy him.
Sword On Sword ( + passion + )
Passion is the clang of sword on sword as we dance through a battle where every pant and laboured breath means I know you. You matter to me. I will defeat you. Passion is the gleaming red of a car speeding towards eternity.
Passion is the intertwining of two similar bodies, feeling her spasm around me as he watches, ever observant. I am not you, I want to say. You are good. I am not.
Passion is feeling his lips on mine in an icy kiss, feeling myelf pull him closer, secure in the knowledge that I am going mad.
Mirror ( + intimacy +)
I open my eyes and he is beside me. His eyes are open, wide, and empty as he gazes at me.
Sometimes, it is jarring that we are so alike, though we are the same person. We look alike, even though inside I am rotten and he is not. His hands trace my face, outlining my eyes, my cheeks, my lips, and I hardly breathe as he does this, gazing back at him.
It is like looking into the mirror: we are similar, but with little distortions, invisible to all but the most careful observer.
He kisses me. "I love you."
Forever ( + commitment + )
We will remain together forever. There is no other acceptable option.
Roses are sweet-smelling, pure. They appear innocent, but their thorns are sharp, and the pain they give is swift and fierce
I have loved roses for so very long, and they have destroyed me; the Bride has ensured that.
He holds me, and I know that his expression will be sad and hopeless. Will we ever be together again? he asks, and I reply, I don’t know. We despise each other, but we are one and cannot bear to be separated like this.
We will love each other forever.
Um. Expect spam from me soon. I have way too many drabbles to post. *shifty eyes*
The Five Stages of Love
Akio/Dios
Want (+ attraction +)
This is not love. This is not desire.
His eyes are my own, wise, condemning, foolish. He is me but not me, a perfect reflection where I am the blemish, the faulted one, the one damned to always want and never have.
He is before me now, hand brushing against my face and he smiles: Dios, the part of me that I will never have anymore, no matter how many people I set to swords and ideals and wishes.
He is still smiling, and I hate him for everything that I have lost.
This is not love. This is revenge.
Promise ( + romance +)
His fingers are dark and gentle, smooth and cool as they linger against my cheek. He is warm against me, even though he should be not (ghost, demon, phantom), and the only sound is that of my breathing.
His smile holds promises, broken and dead; his kisses hold redemption and damnation. I hold him, shaking, for we are the same and one, Akio and Dios, the Ends of the World and the Rose Prince, and I both need him and hate him. I will always search for him and I will smile when I find him, when I destroy him.
Sword On Sword ( + passion + )
Passion is the clang of sword on sword as we dance through a battle where every pant and laboured breath means I know you. You matter to me. I will defeat you. Passion is the gleaming red of a car speeding towards eternity.
Passion is the intertwining of two similar bodies, feeling her spasm around me as he watches, ever observant. I am not you, I want to say. You are good. I am not.
Passion is feeling his lips on mine in an icy kiss, feeling myelf pull him closer, secure in the knowledge that I am going mad.
Mirror ( + intimacy +)
I open my eyes and he is beside me. His eyes are open, wide, and empty as he gazes at me.
Sometimes, it is jarring that we are so alike, though we are the same person. We look alike, even though inside I am rotten and he is not. His hands trace my face, outlining my eyes, my cheeks, my lips, and I hardly breathe as he does this, gazing back at him.
It is like looking into the mirror: we are similar, but with little distortions, invisible to all but the most careful observer.
He kisses me. "I love you."
Forever ( + commitment + )
We will remain together forever. There is no other acceptable option.
Roses are sweet-smelling, pure. They appear innocent, but their thorns are sharp, and the pain they give is swift and fierce
I have loved roses for so very long, and they have destroyed me; the Bride has ensured that.
He holds me, and I know that his expression will be sad and hopeless. Will we ever be together again? he asks, and I reply, I don’t know. We despise each other, but we are one and cannot bear to be separated like this.
We will love each other forever.
Um. Expect spam from me soon. I have way too many drabbles to post. *shifty eyes*