"Not Tonight", a Weiss Kreuz drabble
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Crawford/Aya
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Spoilers: vague references to events in Gluhen
Disclaimer: As usual, don't own and make nothing from the scribblings.
A/N: Written for seraphim_grace who requested a sweet moment between Crawford and Aya
Aya set down his cup of tea and silently observed the man across from him. He couldn't say he had really been surprised to receive the invitation from Crawford after the destruction of the academy. The surprise had been when Crawford and Schuldig had appeared after so long away to help in the fight. After that Aya knew he would hear from Crawford. The man sitting before him was so very different from the Brad Crawford that Aya had known
It wasn't just Crawford's appearance although the silver hair was startling. In the past he had always appeared aloof and immaculate, untouchable by the emotions that governed the rest of the human race. Now he allowed a certain weariness to show on his face, that and a bit of discontent. Aya wanted to ask where the man had been. He wanted to ask why he had never even heard a single word from Crawford for years. That wasn't the question that he voiced.
"Why did you come back?"
Crawford pushed his thin, stylish glasses further onto his nose. The hideous monocle had been left behind. "I had my reasons."
"Were you fulfilling a contract?" Aya asked.
"No."
"Were you ordered to intervene?"
"No."
Aya shifted irritably. "Well, then why?"
"I saw that you would...need me. Need Schwarz's help, that is," Crawford said, stumbling slightly in his explanation.
The fact that Crawford stumbled in any way was, itself, disconcerting to Aya. The man who could see the future had been overwhelmingly self-confident, never faltering once he set his course, always able to give an assured response to anything. Aya found himself staring at Crawford, perhaps trying to read something in his eyes. He sipped his tea again to give himself time to think.
"So...what happens next?"
Crawford lifted his shoulder in an elegant shrug. "You go to New York and meet a new fate."
Aya jolted imperceptibly. In truth, he had only vaguely considered New York when he had thought about leaving Japan.
"A new fate? That's not meant to be reassuring, is it?" Aya snapped.
A hint of pain crossed Crawford's handsome features. "You'll meet someone. I've seen you take a different path and flourish. There will be someone else."
"I haven't heard from you in years and you see these things in my future. Why?"
Crawford veiled his eyes with his lashes, almost as a shield against Aya's piercing stare.
"I've always seen you, Aya."
Aya's hand trembled from what that implied. It may have been years since Crawford had left him without a word, but the man seemed to have been watching over him. The thought helped to ease a tightness in his chest that had been there for a very long time. Aya had felt very much like a discarded dalliance, but...Crawford had seen his future and cared enough to intervene.
"You said I would meet someone?"
"Yes."
"And you?"
Crawford put his hand over Aya's where it rested on the table between them. "Our paths will not cross again, but I've seen you happy. It is enough."
Thoughts whirled through Aya's mind. Someone else? Never see Crawford again? Even if Crawford really cared, was he that easy to let go? He swallowed all the questions he wanted to fling at his former lover. The taste was bittersweet. He was about to just take his leave when he felt Crawford's hand tighten then release him to trace the curve of his jaw.
"I regret having to leave you behind."
Aya closed his eyes as memories of dozens of similar touches came unbidden to warm his body with a flush of desire.
"This time it will be you who leaves me," Crawford continued.
Aya took a deep breath and turned his head to press his lips into the other man's palm. He felt a satisfying tremor in Crawford's fingers where they skimmed his skin. Aya opened his eyes to watch Crawford.
"Perhaps, but I don't have to leave tonight."
Pairing: Crawford/Aya
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Spoilers: vague references to events in Gluhen
Disclaimer: As usual, don't own and make nothing from the scribblings.
A/N: Written for seraphim_grace who requested a sweet moment between Crawford and Aya
Aya set down his cup of tea and silently observed the man across from him. He couldn't say he had really been surprised to receive the invitation from Crawford after the destruction of the academy. The surprise had been when Crawford and Schuldig had appeared after so long away to help in the fight. After that Aya knew he would hear from Crawford. The man sitting before him was so very different from the Brad Crawford that Aya had known
It wasn't just Crawford's appearance although the silver hair was startling. In the past he had always appeared aloof and immaculate, untouchable by the emotions that governed the rest of the human race. Now he allowed a certain weariness to show on his face, that and a bit of discontent. Aya wanted to ask where the man had been. He wanted to ask why he had never even heard a single word from Crawford for years. That wasn't the question that he voiced.
"Why did you come back?"
Crawford pushed his thin, stylish glasses further onto his nose. The hideous monocle had been left behind. "I had my reasons."
"Were you fulfilling a contract?" Aya asked.
"No."
"Were you ordered to intervene?"
"No."
Aya shifted irritably. "Well, then why?"
"I saw that you would...need me. Need Schwarz's help, that is," Crawford said, stumbling slightly in his explanation.
The fact that Crawford stumbled in any way was, itself, disconcerting to Aya. The man who could see the future had been overwhelmingly self-confident, never faltering once he set his course, always able to give an assured response to anything. Aya found himself staring at Crawford, perhaps trying to read something in his eyes. He sipped his tea again to give himself time to think.
"So...what happens next?"
Crawford lifted his shoulder in an elegant shrug. "You go to New York and meet a new fate."
Aya jolted imperceptibly. In truth, he had only vaguely considered New York when he had thought about leaving Japan.
"A new fate? That's not meant to be reassuring, is it?" Aya snapped.
A hint of pain crossed Crawford's handsome features. "You'll meet someone. I've seen you take a different path and flourish. There will be someone else."
"I haven't heard from you in years and you see these things in my future. Why?"
Crawford veiled his eyes with his lashes, almost as a shield against Aya's piercing stare.
"I've always seen you, Aya."
Aya's hand trembled from what that implied. It may have been years since Crawford had left him without a word, but the man seemed to have been watching over him. The thought helped to ease a tightness in his chest that had been there for a very long time. Aya had felt very much like a discarded dalliance, but...Crawford had seen his future and cared enough to intervene.
"You said I would meet someone?"
"Yes."
"And you?"
Crawford put his hand over Aya's where it rested on the table between them. "Our paths will not cross again, but I've seen you happy. It is enough."
Thoughts whirled through Aya's mind. Someone else? Never see Crawford again? Even if Crawford really cared, was he that easy to let go? He swallowed all the questions he wanted to fling at his former lover. The taste was bittersweet. He was about to just take his leave when he felt Crawford's hand tighten then release him to trace the curve of his jaw.
"I regret having to leave you behind."
Aya closed his eyes as memories of dozens of similar touches came unbidden to warm his body with a flush of desire.
"This time it will be you who leaves me," Crawford continued.
Aya took a deep breath and turned his head to press his lips into the other man's palm. He felt a satisfying tremor in Crawford's fingers where they skimmed his skin. Aya opened his eyes to watch Crawford.
"Perhaps, but I don't have to leave tonight."