shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-02 12:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, fandom: d.gray-man, pairing: allen/miranda |
D.Grayman
Title: Rewind
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: D.Grayman
Pairing/characters: Allen Walker, Miranda Lotte
Rating: PG
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Miranda Lotte and Allen Walker: the memory cannot keep me warm / but it never leaves me cold
“Again.”
His voice is low, and quiet, and has the faintest rasp of disuse. Miranda listens to it, the fading vibrations in the air, as she draws time over and up and into herself, whispering through her veins and in her pulse. She can draw pockets of time up now, images dancing vibrant and real on the air as though they are there to touch.
Sometimes she wonders if they are festering a wound, adding grit and salt and scraps, when they should be lancing it. But she is no less guilty than he; no more able to tear her eyes away.
Rinali Li, fire blazing at her ankles, suspended in the air like a falcon preparing to dive. Rabi, grinning crookedly or with his voice in a hoarse, snarling shout as his eyes blazed with rage. Kanda; never friendly, never soft, but sometimes deigning to accompany them, coaxed by Rinali’s hands and sweet eyes and sometimes sharp, ringing voice. There are images here through someone else’s eyes, of all of them sitting around tables or on couches or sometimes cots like a family, laughing and alive.
Allen always closes his eyes during those moments, and turns his head away. But Miranda feasts her eyes on that little family, on that contained circle of warmth that she will never see again.
It is after this litany of images that she is most willing, even desperate, to put things behind them. When they curl together in their mess of frayed blankets during the chilly night and he puts an arm very gently around her to conserve body heat the animal comfort makes the ache inside worse, makes her wish for a different beginning. Makes her wish to move on, and cauterize the open flesh.
But it is never far from morning, and then his voice will come again, the soft request, and she finds herself invoking almost eagerly; reaching for one last glimpse.