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Fandom: Hagaren
Pairing: Roy/Maes
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I'm not sure how to describe this. Roy is depressed and having some nasty flashbacks about Ishbal and Maes is trying to pull him out of it.
Word count: 386
The world is a mad bomb waiting to explode all over my already shattered mind. I can’t breathe with so much acrid dust swirling about me, sucking up the last dregs of energy clinging to my misery chocked veins. I can’t focus. Can’t see. Nothing but your touch on my hypersensitive skin can keep me awake from a nightmare world consumed by flame. Is this the end? Is this to be the death of my hopes, my vainly held dreams withering into the poison spit out by a man who speaks death and destruction? Chaos sinks into me. There’s nothing left.
Roy.
Nothing else in this empty wasteland. Oh, your hands are cutting me.
Roy!
Can you save me from this fear, this oblivion speaking to me in silk cloaked voices rotting within their own tongues?
Roy, please.
I move with you. You’re the only thing I can feel, all else is numb and false. Your body is a fever, it burns me, my bones, flesh, eyes, hands, heart. I’m born anew in your forgiving fire. All things must burn away and reawaken to a new existence from the ash. I need you to rip this monster from me. I’m sorry. I don’t want to burden you. But I can’t live if not by your touch. Ghastly claws flicker in the dark waste, reaching for me. I can’t go with them. I won’t.
Roy, look at me.
I hear you calling to me. I cannot go to that other place. I must remain, here, with you. I cling to you like the needy beggar that I’ve become. Please, Maes, don’t let them swallow me. I can’t stand their screaming rattling inside my skull, blackened bones scalding my eyes. I’m going mad. Make it stop. I’m begging you. I feel your arms tighten around me. A bright blue light shines before my vision. Is this fever? I can see your eyes. Love. Do you love me, Maes? Can you after the horrors I’ve created? Your mouth is warm, a cozy blanket to wrap myself into in the harsh howling of winter already thawing in my veins.
I love you.
I know. I know it’s true. I clutch you, surrendering myself to your strength, merciful deliverance. The ghouls fade into shadow. They’re gone. Gone. And only you remain.
Pairing: Roy/Maes
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I'm not sure how to describe this. Roy is depressed and having some nasty flashbacks about Ishbal and Maes is trying to pull him out of it.
Word count: 386
The world is a mad bomb waiting to explode all over my already shattered mind. I can’t breathe with so much acrid dust swirling about me, sucking up the last dregs of energy clinging to my misery chocked veins. I can’t focus. Can’t see. Nothing but your touch on my hypersensitive skin can keep me awake from a nightmare world consumed by flame. Is this the end? Is this to be the death of my hopes, my vainly held dreams withering into the poison spit out by a man who speaks death and destruction? Chaos sinks into me. There’s nothing left.
Roy.
Nothing else in this empty wasteland. Oh, your hands are cutting me.
Roy!
Can you save me from this fear, this oblivion speaking to me in silk cloaked voices rotting within their own tongues?
Roy, please.
I move with you. You’re the only thing I can feel, all else is numb and false. Your body is a fever, it burns me, my bones, flesh, eyes, hands, heart. I’m born anew in your forgiving fire. All things must burn away and reawaken to a new existence from the ash. I need you to rip this monster from me. I’m sorry. I don’t want to burden you. But I can’t live if not by your touch. Ghastly claws flicker in the dark waste, reaching for me. I can’t go with them. I won’t.
Roy, look at me.
I hear you calling to me. I cannot go to that other place. I must remain, here, with you. I cling to you like the needy beggar that I’ve become. Please, Maes, don’t let them swallow me. I can’t stand their screaming rattling inside my skull, blackened bones scalding my eyes. I’m going mad. Make it stop. I’m begging you. I feel your arms tighten around me. A bright blue light shines before my vision. Is this fever? I can see your eyes. Love. Do you love me, Maes? Can you after the horrors I’ve created? Your mouth is warm, a cozy blanket to wrap myself into in the harsh howling of winter already thawing in my veins.
I love you.
I know. I know it’s true. I clutch you, surrendering myself to your strength, merciful deliverance. The ghouls fade into shadow. They’re gone. Gone. And only you remain.