[Drabble] Always
Title: Always
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Clear/Aoba
Word Count: 300
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: G
Warning: Character Death
Summary: Clear will always be with Aoba.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: I got really emotional when I wrote this one... so forgive me if it sucks, I was sobbing a little too much.
Follows: Never Again
Prompt: drabble123 : #2 - Fidelity ( Table Random 1)
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“You look so sad, Aoba-san,” Clear’s breath was hot on his skin, his hands smoothing down the expanse of his chest as it rose and fell with each labored breath. Aoba shivered with the contact, a low moan releasing through his parted lips.
Clear grinned, an odd shimmer to his gaze as he leaned over him, nipping his jawline, “I may not understand, but I’m here for you Aoba-san,” Clear’s voice held a strange tone, causing Aoba to stir, opening his eyes to try and see his lover’s beautiful face.
“I will always be here for you.”
The restrained, painful laugh against his neck and the tightness seizing in his chest, caused him to sit straight up in the bed, his body burning with numbness from his slumber. He heaved a lungful of air, his body drenched in sweat as he slowly registered the morning light filtering through his balcony window.
Aoba panted, a trembling hand clutching at the material of his shirt, just above his racing heart. He tried to swallow, but the dryness of his mouth and the thick lump in his throat made it impossible.
The light illuminated his room, Aoba’s eyes resting to the far wall, and he could not stop the sobs that he tried to hold at bay. The emotion rattled him to his very soul, the tender broken face of the one forever in his heart staring back at him.
Aoba crawled from his bed toward the spot amongst the machine parts and cables where Clear's body leaned on the wall, his features neutral and staring off into the distance. Aoba pressed his head to Clear's cold shoulder, snuggling up to his side, knowing Clear wasn't even functional anymore.
“Yes… you’re here with me…” he whispered, squishing his eyes shut against all emotion.
View Also On: AO3
Originally Posted to: drabble123
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Clear/Aoba
Word Count: 300
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: G
Warning: Character Death
Summary: Clear will always be with Aoba.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: I got really emotional when I wrote this one... so forgive me if it sucks, I was sobbing a little too much.
Follows: Never Again
Prompt: drabble123 : #2 - Fidelity ( Table Random 1)
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“You look so sad, Aoba-san,” Clear’s breath was hot on his skin, his hands smoothing down the expanse of his chest as it rose and fell with each labored breath. Aoba shivered with the contact, a low moan releasing through his parted lips.
Clear grinned, an odd shimmer to his gaze as he leaned over him, nipping his jawline, “I may not understand, but I’m here for you Aoba-san,” Clear’s voice held a strange tone, causing Aoba to stir, opening his eyes to try and see his lover’s beautiful face.
“I will always be here for you.”
The restrained, painful laugh against his neck and the tightness seizing in his chest, caused him to sit straight up in the bed, his body burning with numbness from his slumber. He heaved a lungful of air, his body drenched in sweat as he slowly registered the morning light filtering through his balcony window.
Aoba panted, a trembling hand clutching at the material of his shirt, just above his racing heart. He tried to swallow, but the dryness of his mouth and the thick lump in his throat made it impossible.
The light illuminated his room, Aoba’s eyes resting to the far wall, and he could not stop the sobs that he tried to hold at bay. The emotion rattled him to his very soul, the tender broken face of the one forever in his heart staring back at him.
Aoba crawled from his bed toward the spot amongst the machine parts and cables where Clear's body leaned on the wall, his features neutral and staring off into the distance. Aoba pressed his head to Clear's cold shoulder, snuggling up to his side, knowing Clear wasn't even functional anymore.
“Yes… you’re here with me…” he whispered, squishing his eyes shut against all emotion.
View Also On: AO3
Originally Posted to: drabble123