and you never knew, Persona 2, Sudou/Jun
Title: and you never knew Author/Artist: heavensgardener Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Spoiler warning for both Persona 2: Innocent Sin and Persona 2: Eternal Punishment. Also a metric fuckton of creepy- the eleven-year age difference is probably the least creepy thing about this. One-sidedness, also yaoi. Prompt: Persona 2: Innocent Sin - Sudou/Jun - unrequited love - so you're been searching for an angel/someone who can make you whole/i cannot save you/i can't even save myself Summary: Every night, he watches over him. A/N: ...it was supposed to be for Innocent Sin. It...ended up working better set in EP-side. God, I completely fail at following my own prompt. I only succeeded at the pairing and the unrequited love.
tiptoe to your room a starlight in the gloom I only dream of you and you never knew - Muse, Sing For Absolution
The room was silent, and dark, the only sound in the room quiet, even breathing, the sound of someone asleep and dreaming, the only light the faint glimmer of starlight through the closed blinds, not enough to really see by.
Tatsuya Sudou sat, utterly still, in a nearby chair, and watched the boy sleeping in the bed, voices whispering as always in the back of his head, watched the steady rise and fall of the slender chest covered neatly by a blanket.
Every night, he watched Joker-sama sleep, afraid that he would somehow slip away, like a dream, like something impossible to hold onto (because he had, he had slipped away like the memories that both had and had never happened) , watching over him until morning came, quiet even while the voices screamed in the back of his head, constantly.
(He would do anything for him, follow him to the ends of the earth: white walls, white ceiling, white floor, he remembered being trapped in white alone with the voices, until the boy in white came for him and set him free, and ever since that day, he would have done everything and anything for him)
The starlight fell across the boy's face, so pale and lovely (so beautiful and pure, like a goddess), and without meaning to, the litany in his head growing louder, he crept closer, standing by the side of the bed, watching closer still.
Joker-sama didn't remember, the voices whispered, didn't remember anything, and something inside ached, where all the memories that both were and were not stayed, with the frenzied litany of madness screaming in the back of his head. Didn't remember anything, not what he was nor the dream to change the world he'd had, (didn't remember the devotion Sudou had offered him, even though he would have, still would have, given him everything and more).
As gently as he could, Sudou hesitantly reached out (his hands had never been used for anything but hurting, but he could not, could never hurt Joker-sama) and brushed the bangs out of closed eyes: the boy stirred, long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, for the space of half a breath, before settling back into sleep, turning his face away.
It would change, he told himself even as the ache sharpened more, it would change surely, once he remembered once again, he surely wouldn't turn away this time.
Pale skin is soft, softer then silk, beneath his fingers, like the strands of dark hair, and he watches as the voices scream, until he can no longer bear it (but it isn't his place he shouldn't it isn't-) and presses a kiss to still, delicate lips (so sweet, the sweetest thing he could ever remember: it had been that way, before, sweet and demure), standing in the silent bedroom where the only witnesses are flowers, watching.