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[April 11] [Tekkaman Blade II] Hope
Title: Hope
Day/Prompt: 11/you pulled the pin in my heart like a hand grenade
Fandom: Tekkaman Blade II
Character/Pairing: David
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: 200
Summary: David, before the epilogue, reflects on what he's lost. And what he still has.
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That was it. All over...
David flopped back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, frustrated after a moment by the deafening silence. The usual urge to seek temporary company was gone, at least for the evening.
He didn't want to think about Aki. Or about Dead End.
No, Dead was exactly who he wanted to think about and that hurt as much as anything. Dead could have been saved! They could have been okay! It all could have been okay!
He still had Dead's cross in his hand, David realized as he rolled onto his side. Through everything, he'd kept it in his hand, as if...
As if letting go meant Dead would truly be gone.
For once, he was thankful to be alone. Nobody needed to see his tears. Loss, frustration, confusion, love... David let it all out. No uplifting scripture came to mind, no guidance, just emptiness.
He squeezed the cross in his hand and wondered if Yumi might have an idea who could repair it for him. He could let go of it for that long. It wouldn't do to give it back damaged, after all...
Suddenly, David knew what he was holding onto.
Hope.
Day/Prompt: 11/you pulled the pin in my heart like a hand grenade
Fandom: Tekkaman Blade II
Character/Pairing: David
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: 200
Summary: David, before the epilogue, reflects on what he's lost. And what he still has.
--
That was it. All over...
David flopped back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, frustrated after a moment by the deafening silence. The usual urge to seek temporary company was gone, at least for the evening.
He didn't want to think about Aki. Or about Dead End.
No, Dead was exactly who he wanted to think about and that hurt as much as anything. Dead could have been saved! They could have been okay! It all could have been okay!
He still had Dead's cross in his hand, David realized as he rolled onto his side. Through everything, he'd kept it in his hand, as if...
As if letting go meant Dead would truly be gone.
For once, he was thankful to be alone. Nobody needed to see his tears. Loss, frustration, confusion, love... David let it all out. No uplifting scripture came to mind, no guidance, just emptiness.
He squeezed the cross in his hand and wondered if Yumi might have an idea who could repair it for him. He could let go of it for that long. It wouldn't do to give it back damaged, after all...
Suddenly, David knew what he was holding onto.
Hope.