[FIC]: 101 Kisses, Inferno
Sleep deprivation and stress from exams are bad, bad things and do weird shit to Alex's brain. Don't try writing while their influence. This should give you a warning on how totally weird this is.
Inferno
Author: The Dream Whisperer, aka The_dw
Pairing: Treize/Wufei
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Theme: #3 - Path of Sin, #22 - Nightingale
Rating: PG/K+
Words: 223
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me.
Summary: “He was walking down the path of sin, he knew.”
There was once a legend of a nightingale, who pierced himself on the thorn of a rose. He dyed the wilted, white rose a deep blood red, singing softly his swan song. He died of love, unrequited, for his beautiful, dark-haired scholar.
He was walking down the path of sin, he knew, the path paved of blood, tears and sorrow. The fleeting touches, heated kisses and stolen moments under the stars made bearable the journey to the Inferno.
A forbidden love that was both their salvation and their downfall. As they walked down the narrow road, they knew the fires of war, which they had stoked themselves, would eventually swallow the dark-haired scholar and his nightingale.
They were warriors, enemies on the battlefield, symbols of a devastating, hopeless war. The Knight and the Dragon are always enemies, never lovers. They knew, deep in their hearts, that they would be pulled from each other one day. But for now, the oh-so-brief moments of paradise was enough for him to endure an eternity of the fires of Inferno.
There was once a legend of a nightingale, who died by his dark-haired scholar’s hand. The dragon mourned, silently, deeply, his blue-eyed knight, but they did not have to wait long. They were reunited on the narrow road, walking down the path of sin to the burning Inferno.
Owari
I'm going to take a nap. I hate stupid college finals.
Inferno
Author: The Dream Whisperer, aka The_dw
Pairing: Treize/Wufei
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Theme: #3 - Path of Sin, #22 - Nightingale
Rating: PG/K+
Words: 223
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me.
Summary: “He was walking down the path of sin, he knew.”
There was once a legend of a nightingale, who pierced himself on the thorn of a rose. He dyed the wilted, white rose a deep blood red, singing softly his swan song. He died of love, unrequited, for his beautiful, dark-haired scholar.
He was walking down the path of sin, he knew, the path paved of blood, tears and sorrow. The fleeting touches, heated kisses and stolen moments under the stars made bearable the journey to the Inferno.
A forbidden love that was both their salvation and their downfall. As they walked down the narrow road, they knew the fires of war, which they had stoked themselves, would eventually swallow the dark-haired scholar and his nightingale.
They were warriors, enemies on the battlefield, symbols of a devastating, hopeless war. The Knight and the Dragon are always enemies, never lovers. They knew, deep in their hearts, that they would be pulled from each other one day. But for now, the oh-so-brief moments of paradise was enough for him to endure an eternity of the fires of Inferno.
There was once a legend of a nightingale, who died by his dark-haired scholar’s hand. The dragon mourned, silently, deeply, his blue-eyed knight, but they did not have to wait long. They were reunited on the narrow road, walking down the path of sin to the burning Inferno.
Owari
I'm going to take a nap. I hate stupid college finals.