fic: I Tried To Find The Sound
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bonnefoisTitle: I Tried To Find The Sound
Series: Loveless
Character/Pairing: Kouya/Yamato
Rating: PG
Word Count: 384
Author's note: comment_fic: Author’s choice, any, I can hear your heart beat /
springkink: Loveless, Yamato/Kouya: empathy - she might not be able to feel on her skin, but she could feel in her heart. For powerofbondage
title comes from Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine
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She rests her head to Kouya's smaller chest and listens. She cannot feel the body besides her, amorphous as it is, with her dulled senses, but she can hear each doki doki of the heartbeat. What would it be like there? The knotted vines of muscle and blood, connective tissue. She knows from diagrams and books that hearts are not lovely things, they're misshapen and mutant organs, nothing like the clean cut images children draw with broken crayons on paper.
But in Kouya's heart, she is safe. She imagines it as another world deep inside them, a place they find as they desperately cling to each other and try to feel the pressure behind their kisses. Pain or pleasure, either would do. It's a happy place, this dreaming world. There's no war, or at least none they're embroiled in. It's a nice denial, this picture of a glass dome with little fake people–like some snow globe with a perfect life captured.
The phone rings and Kouya sighs. She shifts ever so slightly, but Yamato already knows what it is. Another phonecall from Nagisa-sensei, from Ritsu-sensei telling them to get into motion. Yamato rests her head against Kouya's chest and listens, listens, listens for the sounds of her. Breathing, heartbeat and even the deeper sound of blood running through her veins that Yamato can swear she can hear if she tries.
She wants to wrest the phone from her, break it away and turn it off. Keep this moment a little longer. Instead her eyes flutter open and the picture of the future they'll never live long enough to have disappears.
"Are you ready?" Kouya murmurs.
She doesn't explain; they don't need to. Yamato rises up and sets aside her strange dreams, her silly notions.
The blood rushing in her ears sounds like the echo of a heart beat.
Series: Loveless
Character/Pairing: Kouya/Yamato
Rating: PG
Word Count: 384
Author's note: comment_fic: Author’s choice, any, I can hear your heart beat /
springkink: Loveless, Yamato/Kouya: empathy - she might not be able to feel on her skin, but she could feel in her heart. For powerofbondagetitle comes from Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine
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She rests her head to Kouya's smaller chest and listens. She cannot feel the body besides her, amorphous as it is, with her dulled senses, but she can hear each doki doki of the heartbeat. What would it be like there? The knotted vines of muscle and blood, connective tissue. She knows from diagrams and books that hearts are not lovely things, they're misshapen and mutant organs, nothing like the clean cut images children draw with broken crayons on paper.
But in Kouya's heart, she is safe. She imagines it as another world deep inside them, a place they find as they desperately cling to each other and try to feel the pressure behind their kisses. Pain or pleasure, either would do. It's a happy place, this dreaming world. There's no war, or at least none they're embroiled in. It's a nice denial, this picture of a glass dome with little fake people–like some snow globe with a perfect life captured.
The phone rings and Kouya sighs. She shifts ever so slightly, but Yamato already knows what it is. Another phonecall from Nagisa-sensei, from Ritsu-sensei telling them to get into motion. Yamato rests her head against Kouya's chest and listens, listens, listens for the sounds of her. Breathing, heartbeat and even the deeper sound of blood running through her veins that Yamato can swear she can hear if she tries.
She wants to wrest the phone from her, break it away and turn it off. Keep this moment a little longer. Instead her eyes flutter open and the picture of the future they'll never live long enough to have disappears.
"Are you ready?" Kouya murmurs.
She doesn't explain; they don't need to. Yamato rises up and sets aside her strange dreams, her silly notions.
The blood rushing in her ears sounds like the echo of a heart beat.
