[CHALLENGE] no one can hurt you now - Drabble
Title: no one can hurt you now
Prompt: 9. Pretend
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: England
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Sometimes Arthur forgets what others deem real.
He's not in denial. In fact, he embraces everything. But just because he hears them, doesn't mean that he likes it.
If he turns and takes ten steps away, the wind blowing in his hair and soft whispers caressing his ears, he will forget. The taunts and jeers will not follow him into the forest. The laughs will not ring out cruelly against the trees. There's no such thing as pain in there. That's why he loves it.
Arthur laughs and runs, his feet bare against compacted earth. His fingertips brush against vines, leaving invisible handprints against bark. Wreathes of leaves and sunlight adorn his hair and he smiles, bright and happy.
Something shifts in the corner of his eye. Something nuzzles his neck, warm and soft, firm and real. Real to him. Real to his world.
Arthur embraces an invisible friend, his eyes closed and the edges of his mouth turned upwards.
The sky above is light. If he's the only one reflected in the water, he doesn't see it.
Prompt: 9. Pretend
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: England
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Sometimes Arthur forgets what others deem real.
He's not in denial. In fact, he embraces everything. But just because he hears them, doesn't mean that he likes it.
If he turns and takes ten steps away, the wind blowing in his hair and soft whispers caressing his ears, he will forget. The taunts and jeers will not follow him into the forest. The laughs will not ring out cruelly against the trees. There's no such thing as pain in there. That's why he loves it.
Arthur laughs and runs, his feet bare against compacted earth. His fingertips brush against vines, leaving invisible handprints against bark. Wreathes of leaves and sunlight adorn his hair and he smiles, bright and happy.
Something shifts in the corner of his eye. Something nuzzles his neck, warm and soft, firm and real. Real to him. Real to his world.
Arthur embraces an invisible friend, his eyes closed and the edges of his mouth turned upwards.
The sky above is light. If he's the only one reflected in the water, he doesn't see it.