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[FIC] Fire and Rose
My muses have a whack sense of humour. One plotbunny, and they disappeared. Again. It's better than nothing, I suppose. -sigh-
Fire and Rose
Author: The Dream Whisperer
Pairing: 13x5
Rating: PG-13
Words: 426
Summary: Fire and roses would never be able to co-exist, he should have known.
The lines had been blurred since the first he had saw him, majestic blue and ginger-gold. His old world of the stark black and white faded, leaving him confused and disorientated in this new world of the shades of grey. He found himself pulled towards the blue fire, and resisted, even though he almost didn’t want to.
He understands honour, and justice, he is a good man, he reasoned with himself, almost smiling at the though. Yes, yes, yes, his heart agreed, crying out joyously. But he is the epitome of everything you fought against! He is the enemy! His conscious argued, and his mood darkened almost immediately. Yes, yes, yes, his mind agreed, always logical, always unfeeling.
He had dreaded the choice, and his refusal to become one of them was simply to gain an extension of time. It was cowardly, yes, but who would know of his cowardice if he told none? And he would not, for who would have ever admit to sleeping with the enemy? Especially the one they had all fought against since the beginning?
In the end, the choice was wrenched from his hands. It was first, the terrible machine, the one that they had called the Beginning, but Zero is both the beginning and the end of them. It had showed him his enemies, and he had appeared as one, and he knew that there was no more time. They had run out of time, and were now racing against it, perhaps simply to hold onto the fragile threads of their lives and the odd relationship that they dared not call love.
He had loved fire from young, the majesty and the power, which roars from its fiery petals, spreading out its warmth to all. But don’t get too close, or you’ll be burnt. He, the one with fiery hair, had always loved roses. Beautiful at first sight, the crimson petals almost fragile, but be careful, don’t get too close. A thorn’ll prick you
Fire and roses would never be able to co-exist, he should have known. It was inevitable that the fire would swallow the small roses, defenceless against the hungry flames. He had known that it would not last, that it was a useless relationship that would never truly blossom. He had known, yes, but it did not stop the pain.
He had always dreaded to choice between his comrades and his enemy-lover, but in the end… In the end, he chuckled bitterly, tears running down his cheeks, the choice was never his to begin with.
Owari
Fire and Rose
Author: The Dream Whisperer
Pairing: 13x5
Rating: PG-13
Words: 426
Summary: Fire and roses would never be able to co-exist, he should have known.
The lines had been blurred since the first he had saw him, majestic blue and ginger-gold. His old world of the stark black and white faded, leaving him confused and disorientated in this new world of the shades of grey. He found himself pulled towards the blue fire, and resisted, even though he almost didn’t want to.
He understands honour, and justice, he is a good man, he reasoned with himself, almost smiling at the though. Yes, yes, yes, his heart agreed, crying out joyously. But he is the epitome of everything you fought against! He is the enemy! His conscious argued, and his mood darkened almost immediately. Yes, yes, yes, his mind agreed, always logical, always unfeeling.
He had dreaded the choice, and his refusal to become one of them was simply to gain an extension of time. It was cowardly, yes, but who would know of his cowardice if he told none? And he would not, for who would have ever admit to sleeping with the enemy? Especially the one they had all fought against since the beginning?
In the end, the choice was wrenched from his hands. It was first, the terrible machine, the one that they had called the Beginning, but Zero is both the beginning and the end of them. It had showed him his enemies, and he had appeared as one, and he knew that there was no more time. They had run out of time, and were now racing against it, perhaps simply to hold onto the fragile threads of their lives and the odd relationship that they dared not call love.
He had loved fire from young, the majesty and the power, which roars from its fiery petals, spreading out its warmth to all. But don’t get too close, or you’ll be burnt. He, the one with fiery hair, had always loved roses. Beautiful at first sight, the crimson petals almost fragile, but be careful, don’t get too close. A thorn’ll prick you
Fire and roses would never be able to co-exist, he should have known. It was inevitable that the fire would swallow the small roses, defenceless against the hungry flames. He had known that it would not last, that it was a useless relationship that would never truly blossom. He had known, yes, but it did not stop the pain.
He had always dreaded to choice between his comrades and his enemy-lover, but in the end… In the end, he chuckled bitterly, tears running down his cheeks, the choice was never his to begin with.
Owari
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