D.Grayman, Moore Hesse, General Cross
Title: Smoke Author/Artist: shiegra Fandom: D.Grayman Pairing/characters: Moore Hesse, General Cross Rating: PG13/R Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Moore Hesse and General Cross Marian have something to celebrate.
“I think that’s the last.” She gasped, staggering into the support of his side below the overhanging rubble. On a good day she would have preferred not to put herself in contact with a strange man, especially this strange man but this was far from a good day.
He chuckled low in his throat, cigarette smoke wafting on the air. The sky was robin’s-egg-blue, washed clean and bright, and darker smoke trailed up from the ground, far off and too close by. Akuma’s scattered, eerily mechanic corpses crumbled and fell and eased.
“How many of them are there?” She asked, shading her eyes, and then remembered Allen’s far off words.
“Infinite.” General Cross drawled before she could amend the question. “Or at least until the corpses of humanity run out.” His smile was wolfish and unconcerned, and he blew smoke rings like a dragon’s breath as she slumped against the warmth of his side. Either he was to tired to be a womanizer—she doubted—or he figured that if she was too tired to shoot him if he said something, she was too tired to be amusing.
“Or until we stop the boss, right?” She scanned the horizon absently, and his chuckle rumbled through her.
“Or until the Earl is stopped.” He agreed, and lazily offered the cigarette to her.
“Why not.” She whispered, took it and breathed in harsh smoke. She blew it out again, watched sunset spread over their heads, and passed it back. “Is this like a toast? ‘Hey, we survived?’”
“Something like that.” Behind them, Maria’s coffin lay quiescent and slowly painted with the evening’s vibrantly colored light and he tapped the gun against his thigh, taking his own drag.
“Wake me up when they get here.” She whispered, and closed her eyes.