Drabble E: Eternal
Title: Gravestone Blues
Rating: T
Genre: Tragedy, except that sounds really really depressingly sad. And it's not. I hope.
CU/AU: CU
Pairings or Characters: ... Surprise? I have a feeling it'll ruin the effect if I give away who's who...
Warnings: Character death, one swear word again...
Summary: She had loved him too.
She had come late.
And by late, she meant a few weeks late, when everyone was already trying to get on with their lives.
She didn’t think that she’d be particularly welcome at his funeral.
Everyone thought that she’d never really felt anything for him, that she was just manipulating him for her own personal uses.
Goddamnit, everyone was wrong.
It felt like she couldn’t stopped crying, her tears falling to the ground as she read and reread and reread the epitaph on his gravestone.
‘Life is eternal, and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.’
It was so cryptic, so ironic, that it made her want to scream.
It was so beautiful, so him that it made her want to smile.
“Life is not eternal, you fool,” she whispered to herself, kneeling down elegantly in front of the grave.
“I agree; it’s not something one typically writes on a gravestone.”
The long-haired woman stumbled to her feet, staring at the person who had snuck up on her like that. “I- I didn’t mean to- I didn’t think that-” For once in her life, her smooth words failed her.
The man didn’t take his eyes from the grave. “I didn’t expect to see you here either, Ms. Tonnerre.”
She tried to gain back some semblance of control. “Ootori-san, I didn’t mean anything, um, disrespectful by deliberately not coming to the funeral.”
“Understood.” Kyouya’s tone was mellow as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to the girl. “You haven’t stopped crying.”
“I’m… thank you,” she muttered, taking the piece of cloth and elegantly dabbing at her eyes.
“It seems that tears spring eternal, rather than life,” he commented somberly. “I don’t think that was necessarily Tamaki’s intention when he chose those words.”
“I don’t think it was his intention to die either!” she responded, a bit more waspishly than she had intended.
Kyouya sighed. “True. But it’s happened anyway.” The man stood, lost in thought for a few minutes, then turned to the other woman. “Éclair, would you like to come eat lunch with me?”
Éclair hesitated, looking up at him uncertainly.
“Purely business related. Does it make you feel better about it if I add on those words?” he asked, his voice amused.
“Why?”
The tall man looked back down at his friend’s grave. “Life is not eternal. Therefore… we might as well make the most of it.”
There was a silence between the two as they remembered the blonde idiot they had both loved.
“I suppose I can… acquiesce to your request, Ootori-san.”
“I would be very much pleased, Ms. Tonnerre.”
Rating: T
Genre: Tragedy, except that sounds really really depressingly sad. And it's not. I hope.
CU/AU: CU
Pairings or Characters: ... Surprise? I have a feeling it'll ruin the effect if I give away who's who...
Warnings: Character death, one swear word again...
Summary: She had loved him too.
She had come late.
And by late, she meant a few weeks late, when everyone was already trying to get on with their lives.
She didn’t think that she’d be particularly welcome at his funeral.
Everyone thought that she’d never really felt anything for him, that she was just manipulating him for her own personal uses.
Goddamnit, everyone was wrong.
It felt like she couldn’t stopped crying, her tears falling to the ground as she read and reread and reread the epitaph on his gravestone.
‘Life is eternal, and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.’
It was so cryptic, so ironic, that it made her want to scream.
It was so beautiful, so him that it made her want to smile.
“Life is not eternal, you fool,” she whispered to herself, kneeling down elegantly in front of the grave.
“I agree; it’s not something one typically writes on a gravestone.”
The long-haired woman stumbled to her feet, staring at the person who had snuck up on her like that. “I- I didn’t mean to- I didn’t think that-” For once in her life, her smooth words failed her.
The man didn’t take his eyes from the grave. “I didn’t expect to see you here either, Ms. Tonnerre.”
She tried to gain back some semblance of control. “Ootori-san, I didn’t mean anything, um, disrespectful by deliberately not coming to the funeral.”
“Understood.” Kyouya’s tone was mellow as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to the girl. “You haven’t stopped crying.”
“I’m… thank you,” she muttered, taking the piece of cloth and elegantly dabbing at her eyes.
“It seems that tears spring eternal, rather than life,” he commented somberly. “I don’t think that was necessarily Tamaki’s intention when he chose those words.”
“I don’t think it was his intention to die either!” she responded, a bit more waspishly than she had intended.
Kyouya sighed. “True. But it’s happened anyway.” The man stood, lost in thought for a few minutes, then turned to the other woman. “Éclair, would you like to come eat lunch with me?”
Éclair hesitated, looking up at him uncertainly.
“Purely business related. Does it make you feel better about it if I add on those words?” he asked, his voice amused.
“Why?”
The tall man looked back down at his friend’s grave. “Life is not eternal. Therefore… we might as well make the most of it.”
There was a silence between the two as they remembered the blonde idiot they had both loved.
“I suppose I can… acquiesce to your request, Ootori-san.”
“I would be very much pleased, Ms. Tonnerre.”