Jun 01, 2012 02:38
Aubade
Summary: Life can take so long to climb clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never.
The house around them had fallen in on itself as decay slowly ate everything. The ghost faded away, still pleading. Between Tsuzuki's fingers, the fuda echoed with spent magic.
Behind him, Hisoka sighed. "You gave her more time than you should."
"It wasn't enough."
"And staying here"-Hisoka made a sharp gesture-"how is that better?"
It's not, Tsuzuki thought. "She never found peace."
Hisoka didn't move any closer. "Sometimes there isn't any peace to find." But he sounded resigned rather than gentle-of course, in the end, when had gentleness helped.
Unnoticed, dawn crept forward, white as old bones.
words: 100,
fanfic,
ynm,
tense: past,
fanfic: ynm,
drabbles