Fic: The Pieces Come Together
Title: The Pieces Come Together
Rating: G
Fandom: Tin Man
Characters: Azkadellia/Glitch (Ambrose)
Words: 400
Notes: Wow, it's been a while since I've written Tin Man stuff! This fits into my "Pityverse" sometime after Shards. The music in my head while writing was "The Ballad of the Goddess".
Summary: Ambrose and Azkdellia have each other to piece together crumbling parts.
The music box tinkles out a familiar tune and Ambrose is already swaying lightly where he sits, a smile playing on his lips. It is the happiest Azkadellia has seen him since the surgery and it makes her feel light and giddy too, to see him smile again.
“I know this…” He mutters. “I know this one.” He closes his eyes, biting his lower lip lightly as he tries to put together from where and what name and all the other little memories that connect to the soft melody. Azkadellia sees his fingers twitch with memory and she catches his hand, squeezing it in hers. Her fingers extend and twine with his, and she swears his pulse beats along with the music that is so ingrained in him.
“This was the first song-“
“I played the harp.” His dark eyes open suddenly and meet hers, and he’s smiling uncertainly. “Right? I played the harp?”
“You did.” She caresses his cheek with her free hand and feels a prickle in her eyes that she quickly blinks away. “This was the first thing you ever played for me. “
“You’d ask me to play it all the time…”
Azkadellia nods, the memories a flood. She presses her lips together, gathering herself. “So you made the music box, for when you were gone, or had your hands full-” Her breath hitches, a fresh ache blossoming in her heart that she could have ever hurt this man.
“Azkadellia…” He murmurs, and now it’s his hand squeezing gently. “Azkadee,” He says more lightly, and he’s leaning in close so his nose brushes her cheek. “Thank you.”
She looks to him in surprise, a sudden lump in her throat. How could he be thanking her? But his gaze is soft and even tender and her lips start to turn upwards again.
“The pieces are starting to come together.” He nods emphatically, with a sweet and simple certainty and a joy that she feared he’d been robbed of. The way he smiles is so open, his eyes crinkling at the edges, not at all contained-so very Glitch, and so very beautiful.
She leans in and touches her forehead to his. They work to patch each other’s cracks, for they have been broken, but the pieces will come together again. And somehow, like always, he has found shiny new somethings to make what was better than ever.
Rating: G
Fandom: Tin Man
Characters: Azkadellia/Glitch (Ambrose)
Words: 400
Notes: Wow, it's been a while since I've written Tin Man stuff! This fits into my "Pityverse" sometime after Shards. The music in my head while writing was "The Ballad of the Goddess".
Summary: Ambrose and Azkdellia have each other to piece together crumbling parts.
The music box tinkles out a familiar tune and Ambrose is already swaying lightly where he sits, a smile playing on his lips. It is the happiest Azkadellia has seen him since the surgery and it makes her feel light and giddy too, to see him smile again.
“I know this…” He mutters. “I know this one.” He closes his eyes, biting his lower lip lightly as he tries to put together from where and what name and all the other little memories that connect to the soft melody. Azkadellia sees his fingers twitch with memory and she catches his hand, squeezing it in hers. Her fingers extend and twine with his, and she swears his pulse beats along with the music that is so ingrained in him.
“This was the first song-“
“I played the harp.” His dark eyes open suddenly and meet hers, and he’s smiling uncertainly. “Right? I played the harp?”
“You did.” She caresses his cheek with her free hand and feels a prickle in her eyes that she quickly blinks away. “This was the first thing you ever played for me. “
“You’d ask me to play it all the time…”
Azkadellia nods, the memories a flood. She presses her lips together, gathering herself. “So you made the music box, for when you were gone, or had your hands full-” Her breath hitches, a fresh ache blossoming in her heart that she could have ever hurt this man.
“Azkadellia…” He murmurs, and now it’s his hand squeezing gently. “Azkadee,” He says more lightly, and he’s leaning in close so his nose brushes her cheek. “Thank you.”
She looks to him in surprise, a sudden lump in her throat. How could he be thanking her? But his gaze is soft and even tender and her lips start to turn upwards again.
“The pieces are starting to come together.” He nods emphatically, with a sweet and simple certainty and a joy that she feared he’d been robbed of. The way he smiles is so open, his eyes crinkling at the edges, not at all contained-so very Glitch, and so very beautiful.
She leans in and touches her forehead to his. They work to patch each other’s cracks, for they have been broken, but the pieces will come together again. And somehow, like always, he has found shiny new somethings to make what was better than ever.