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luckychan.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2006-08-15 09:27 pm
[August 15] [Gundam Seed Destiny] Linger
Title: Linger
Day/Theme: August 15, You recognize the fragrance of one you desire and a less obvious sadness.
Series: Gundam Seed Destiny
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Mwu/Murrue
Author’s Notes: I already had this idea after watching Episode 42 of Gundam Seed Destiny (at long last), which fit in really nicely with today’s theme. But while I was reading other fics on the couple, I stumbled on the fic, Quarrel by Fireworkss, which by some strange coincidence, also handled the same theme. ^^; Read that fic: it is really well-written, and so beautifully sad. ^_^
(Comments on this drabble would also be very much appreciated, ehehe.)
There was something about the Skygrasper that bothered him. It wasn’t that he didn't like it: it was, in fact, by far one of the best planes he had piloted, and there also was something almost unnaturally… natural about being at its controls. He didn’t even have to think as he sat there: his hands moved almost automatically, and this gave him a freedom that he had never felt before... almost as if he was finally being himself, at last.
(Which was ridiculous because he had always been himself, Captain Neo Lorrnoke, and nothing anyone on that ship said could make him think otherwise, not even her—)
He suddenly froze. He stared up at the ceiling, sniffing the air tentatively.
There was something lingering in the air, a scent which he could not identify. It seemed harmless, at least; it wasn’t if his former captors seemed like the kind of people who would poison him, but it never hurt to be sure.
He breathed in deeply, and he closed his eyes.
Strangely, the scent brought back to his mind the battle in Berlin, or rather, what happened after the battle, when he had been knocked out of his mobile suit. But back then, he had felt helpless and defeated, and the scent kindled in him a different feeling entirely.
He delved deeper into his thoughts, and realized that the feeling matched what he felt right before losing consciousness at the time: in that state of half-waking and half-dreaming, he vaguely remembered a gentle, achingly familiar touch, and a whisper in his ear, like the voice of someone he must have loved, a long, long time ago—
His hand fell on the control board hard as he opened his eyes wide, gasping for air. He drew a breath and choked as the scent continued to smother him, or maybe it was really his sudden epiphany that smothered him: that the scent reminded him of her, and something they once shared.
But he really was Neo Lorrnoke, wasn’t he? And he never knew her.
Or had all of it been a lie, as they claimed? As she wanted to believe?
The Skygrasper dipped downwards dangerously, and he abruptly left his thoughts, berating himself for his foolishness. He had no time for these doubts. He was himself, no matter what his real past could have been, or what he must have had with her. These things were long gone.
But his own feelings still lingered in the air, mixing with her scent. Maybe it was all he ever had in the first place, just an unnamed, unfulfilled desire that she awoke in him—or maybe it was all that he had left, of everything he once had.
And suddenly, without quite knowing why, he turned the plane around. As he made his way back to the Archangel, he made up excuses in his head: I’m a soldier and so I cannot run away, or, I still have a score to settle with the Minerva, so I can't leave just yet.
But he knew the real reason was: I know you somehow, and I know I could never leave you.
He said the words out loud, and he smiled. One part of him thought it sounded ridiculous, while the other thought it sounded right, somehow. He kept smiling, anyway, because at least, it was the truth—that, at least, he was sure of.
Day/Theme: August 15, You recognize the fragrance of one you desire and a less obvious sadness.
Series: Gundam Seed Destiny
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Mwu/Murrue
Author’s Notes: I already had this idea after watching Episode 42 of Gundam Seed Destiny (at long last), which fit in really nicely with today’s theme. But while I was reading other fics on the couple, I stumbled on the fic, Quarrel by Fireworkss, which by some strange coincidence, also handled the same theme. ^^; Read that fic: it is really well-written, and so beautifully sad. ^_^
(Comments on this drabble would also be very much appreciated, ehehe.)
There was something about the Skygrasper that bothered him. It wasn’t that he didn't like it: it was, in fact, by far one of the best planes he had piloted, and there also was something almost unnaturally… natural about being at its controls. He didn’t even have to think as he sat there: his hands moved almost automatically, and this gave him a freedom that he had never felt before... almost as if he was finally being himself, at last.
(Which was ridiculous because he had always been himself, Captain Neo Lorrnoke, and nothing anyone on that ship said could make him think otherwise, not even her—)
He suddenly froze. He stared up at the ceiling, sniffing the air tentatively.
There was something lingering in the air, a scent which he could not identify. It seemed harmless, at least; it wasn’t if his former captors seemed like the kind of people who would poison him, but it never hurt to be sure.
He breathed in deeply, and he closed his eyes.
Strangely, the scent brought back to his mind the battle in Berlin, or rather, what happened after the battle, when he had been knocked out of his mobile suit. But back then, he had felt helpless and defeated, and the scent kindled in him a different feeling entirely.
He delved deeper into his thoughts, and realized that the feeling matched what he felt right before losing consciousness at the time: in that state of half-waking and half-dreaming, he vaguely remembered a gentle, achingly familiar touch, and a whisper in his ear, like the voice of someone he must have loved, a long, long time ago—
His hand fell on the control board hard as he opened his eyes wide, gasping for air. He drew a breath and choked as the scent continued to smother him, or maybe it was really his sudden epiphany that smothered him: that the scent reminded him of her, and something they once shared.
But he really was Neo Lorrnoke, wasn’t he? And he never knew her.
Or had all of it been a lie, as they claimed? As she wanted to believe?
The Skygrasper dipped downwards dangerously, and he abruptly left his thoughts, berating himself for his foolishness. He had no time for these doubts. He was himself, no matter what his real past could have been, or what he must have had with her. These things were long gone.
But his own feelings still lingered in the air, mixing with her scent. Maybe it was all he ever had in the first place, just an unnamed, unfulfilled desire that she awoke in him—or maybe it was all that he had left, of everything he once had.
And suddenly, without quite knowing why, he turned the plane around. As he made his way back to the Archangel, he made up excuses in his head: I’m a soldier and so I cannot run away, or, I still have a score to settle with the Minerva, so I can't leave just yet.
But he knew the real reason was: I know you somehow, and I know I could never leave you.
He said the words out loud, and he smiled. One part of him thought it sounded ridiculous, while the other thought it sounded right, somehow. He kept smiling, anyway, because at least, it was the truth—that, at least, he was sure of.