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[August 11] [Puella Magi Madoka Magica] Imaginary Kisses
Title: Imaginary Kisses
Day/Theme: Aug. 11, 2011 "your breathing changed as you kissed me in your sleep"
Series: Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Character/Pairing: Kyoko/Sayaka
Rating: PG
And I leaned down and kissed her and I could've sworn that she reacted a little, like she knew, like she was still there. But there was no way, right? There was no soul inside her pretty body anymore. She was nothing but a doll I hoped against hope to bring back to life (and Madoka hoped too, which made the whole affair seem that much more plausible, because when two were hoping it wasn't quite such a fool's errand, was it?).
But honestly, what was I expecting. Any kiss I gave her was even less than a send-off at this point since she wasn't aware of it.
I laid down on the bed beside her. The next day I would try something new. Something more drastic.
I stirred in my sleep, awoke, focused my groggy gaze on Sayaka. She hadn't moved. She couldn't have. Then why was I sure- and I hardly the romantic sort- so absolutely convinced that the touch her lips, sweet and amateur and heroic, had parted me from my dreams. The kiss hadn't been part of the dream. It was something outside it, like a suddenly ringing phone. It was real, I lied to myself. It was...
It seemed I couldn't even swallow my own lies anymore.
...But what a good dream.
Day/Theme: Aug. 11, 2011 "your breathing changed as you kissed me in your sleep"
Series: Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Character/Pairing: Kyoko/Sayaka
Rating: PG
And I leaned down and kissed her and I could've sworn that she reacted a little, like she knew, like she was still there. But there was no way, right? There was no soul inside her pretty body anymore. She was nothing but a doll I hoped against hope to bring back to life (and Madoka hoped too, which made the whole affair seem that much more plausible, because when two were hoping it wasn't quite such a fool's errand, was it?).
But honestly, what was I expecting. Any kiss I gave her was even less than a send-off at this point since she wasn't aware of it.
I laid down on the bed beside her. The next day I would try something new. Something more drastic.
I stirred in my sleep, awoke, focused my groggy gaze on Sayaka. She hadn't moved. She couldn't have. Then why was I sure- and I hardly the romantic sort- so absolutely convinced that the touch her lips, sweet and amateur and heroic, had parted me from my dreams. The kiss hadn't been part of the dream. It was something outside it, like a suddenly ringing phone. It was real, I lied to myself. It was...
It seemed I couldn't even swallow my own lies anymore.
...But what a good dream.