shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-29 11:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, fandom: d.gray-man, pairing: miranda/rinali |
D.Grayman, Rinali/Miranda, "Hope"
Title: Hope
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: D.Grayman
Pairing/characters: Rinali, Miranda
Rating: PG13
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Miranda Lotte and Rinali: "Things will get better. I promise."
It doesn’t take her much time. She digs out the door, clawing wide leaves and rain slick vines from the wood, and yanks it briefly open before perfunctorily concealing it once more and returning for Miranda.
Miranda; white faced and grim, her dark eyes shadowed and curls slick to her cheeks with rain. Her uniform is covered in a fine mist of dew, and she’s stiff when she follows Rinali up the slope, stumbling.
Rinali catches her arms, hauling as best she can, bracing herself against the wet earth, against a tenacious web of roots. The exorcists are free floating now; she wonders if Allen is still alive as she digs a knee into the side of the embankment when Miranda’s feet slip. Wonders if anyone else is still well, whole, or if they are the last and the Noahs have all the time in the world to hunt them to the death.
She wonders where the Heart is; if it lives in her legs or Miranda's time or someone else out there, wandering. She does not relish the thought of her Innocence suddenly dying and leaving them defenseless, helpless like sitting ducks.
The boards are warped and creaking, but there is a bed, and it smells only slightly of damp. Rinali covers her nose as she shakes it out, sneezes only twice as the dust settles, and drops it on the worn springs. They strip briskly from wet clothes and use a spare blanket--there is a pile of them--to scrub moisture from their hair, shivering and climbing into the bed. There is no real space for a fire, nor dry tinder, so they depend on body heat and blankets and listen to the steady rattle of the rain.
Foreboding, she thinks, and then curses herself for the morbidity of her thoughts even as Miranda makes a soft sound and burrows closer, her face in the curve of her Rinali's shoulder. Her tears feel hot between their chilled skin.
"Things will get better." Rinali whispered, stroking a hand over her hair and squeezing her eyes shut. "I promise."
If she concentrated, the raindrops sounded less like the steady death toll of footsteps and more like a lullabye.