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[09-14-06] [Loveless] Devotion, Desire, Distance
Title: Devotion, Desire, Distance
Day/Theme: 14 September 2006 / Orinda and Lucasia
Series: Loveless
Characters/Pairings: Soubi
Rating: Um. Pg?
Kio had once shouted at him about Seimei. He's a perfectionist! Nothing you do will ever be good enough!
And Soubi thought that Kio just didn't understand. That Seimei was a perfectionist didn't matter. That his expectations were higher than beyond the stars was inconsequential. The only thing that did matter was Beloved.
There was nothing he was, nothing he couldn't be, nothing he could not do if only his Sacrifice demanded it of him. Failure was Soubi's problem, not Seimei's.
He redoubled his efforts and redoubled them again, ignoring the shouting of Kio's resigned sighs and helpless looks and quiet hands wielding silent bandages.
Yet still, Seimei grew colder and the distance grew wider. The gulf between what Soubi was and what he should have been widened even as he struggled to fill it in. Like a cut pulling apart under stitches. An uncloseable wound.
The fingers of his soul scrabbled madly towards those of his Sacrifice.
And found Ritsuka's, reaching desperately back.
And they were both a little ragged and a little bloody from their mad flailings after somebody who could never (would never) give them a moment to hold on to. They weren't perfect, either of them, and neither of them could really be moved to reach for it anymore. But it was all alright.
Kio liked Ritsuka.
Day/Theme: 14 September 2006 / Orinda and Lucasia
Series: Loveless
Characters/Pairings: Soubi
Rating: Um. Pg?
Kio had once shouted at him about Seimei. He's a perfectionist! Nothing you do will ever be good enough!
And Soubi thought that Kio just didn't understand. That Seimei was a perfectionist didn't matter. That his expectations were higher than beyond the stars was inconsequential. The only thing that did matter was Beloved.
There was nothing he was, nothing he couldn't be, nothing he could not do if only his Sacrifice demanded it of him. Failure was Soubi's problem, not Seimei's.
He redoubled his efforts and redoubled them again, ignoring the shouting of Kio's resigned sighs and helpless looks and quiet hands wielding silent bandages.
Yet still, Seimei grew colder and the distance grew wider. The gulf between what Soubi was and what he should have been widened even as he struggled to fill it in. Like a cut pulling apart under stitches. An uncloseable wound.
The fingers of his soul scrabbled madly towards those of his Sacrifice.
And found Ritsuka's, reaching desperately back.
And they were both a little ragged and a little bloody from their mad flailings after somebody who could never (would never) give them a moment to hold on to. They weren't perfect, either of them, and neither of them could really be moved to reach for it anymore. But it was all alright.
Kio liked Ritsuka.