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Night flew above them like a dark hawk’s wings enveloped the sky. She could hear him poking restlessly at the fire that was placed in front of him. She couldn’t blame him. Not only was it flat-out freezing, it was hard to keep completely still. Her jade eyes flickered to gaze at his darkly tanned face, shaded by the sun that usually hung so far above them in the sky. It lingered softly in the heavens, providing both comfort and pain to those who decided to linger underneath it.
“Is there a reason for why you’re staring at me like that?” He finally asked her without removing his eyes from the fire.
“Not that I can think of.” She responded with a sigh before scooting over closer to the warmth of the fire. Several minutes of silence passed between the pair before she finally decided to take a swing at the quietness and shatter it. “It’s so quiet tonight.”
“That’s because everyone else has left.” He replied through lightly gritted teeth. He flinched as her hand landed gently on his shoulder.
“Don’t flinch.” She ordered, her finger tips trailing against the bare skin of his neck. “I’m not going to try and strangle you.”
“I’d like to see you try,” he mused as his hand reached up and grabbed hers. He pulled her hand away from his neck, squeezing it. She still kept her eyes on his face, her shoulders relaxing as his calloused fingers rubbed the top of her soft cracked hands. “I think that these hands look perfectly fine.”
“No they’re not. They’re cracked, dry and ugly.”
“So even though my hands are usually dry, cracked and ugly it doesn’t matter?”
“Your hands aren’t ugly….”
“So yours aren’t either.” He patted turned her hand over and patted her palm. “Women worry too much.”
“Do not,” she breathed as her eyes narrowed at him. He smiled at her, his eyes lowering and the corners of his lips twitching, so small only she could catch it. “It’s almost all over. After tomorrow, it will all be over….”
The man beside her lowered his face and no sound passed from between his lips. He looked back up at her, pressing her knuckles against the side of his face.
“You’re usually not this affectionate,” she leaned over and butted her forehead against his.
“Hmm.”
“Have you accepted it yet?”
He moved away from her, releasing her hand. He grabbed a plume of fire and played with it, twirling it through his fingers like a glowing ribbon.
“You aren’t going to tell me.” She watched the fire that was swirling around his hand, wishing that she could play with something so powerful in the way that he was. She tilted her head as he suddenly closed both of his hands around the fire and then blew between his wrists. He then turned her and spread his palms apart while still keeping his fingers linked. A small pearl of fire floated into the air. It slowly broke apart, splitting itself open into so many pieces until it stopped to reveal a flower. Her own hand hang half-way between her and the fire, a desire to touch it drifting through her while common sense kept her from reaching out to grab it. “So pretty….”
“What’s the point of saying something with words when you can just do it through action?” He blew at the flower and it disappeared in a puff of swirling smoke.
“Because it gives reassurance.”
“I can’t reassure you by any other way other than by saying it?”
“I don’t mean it like that.”
“So what are you saying?”
“Nothing, I guess.” She crawled over until she was touching him and then curled up against his chest. “I want to forget about tomorrow, if only for a little bit. I want it to just be the two of us, just for a while. I don’t want to remember all of those faces, all of those people that I used to know.”
“I can try.” He promised as he stroked her long, soft hair.
“We’re sacrificing ourselves and no one will ever remember us. Because everyone that we know is dead.”
“No one is ever remembered.” He rested his chin on the top of her head, linking his arms underneath her arms and around her waist. She craned her neck back, resting it against his shoulder. He reacted by setting the side of his face against her neck, his lips pressing against her skin.
“Heaven, here we come.” She smiled and lifted her arm up to reach out to the stars. “I’d like to live on that star, right there. Can you see it?”
“Barely. What about one of the moons?”
“The moons probably already have a lot of people living on them. I’d like to have my own personal spot with you. Hayden said that he wanted that star right there beside that one, so maybe we’ll live on that one to be close to him. Of course, he probably went wherever everyone else went.”
“I know of a way that we can be remembered.”
“Didn’t you ju-?”
“I know, but we can be remembered for a little bit.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“Killing as many of them as possible."
"...Could we even do anything to their numbers?”
“I am a warrior of fire and you are mage of ice,” he patted her hands reassuringly before continuing. “We’re just about the least likely pair you’d ever see fighting together, alone, in the middle of a war. If we want to be able to prove that our people can actually work together then we’ll have to make a mark on them.”
“I can do that,” she grinned and pulled her outstretched feet back. “If we’re going to die tomorrow, I’ll use everything that I have on them until I drop dead if they don’t stab me to death first.”
“As will I.”
“I hope that we can at least die together. If not, you better wait for me before passing through those gates. Because if you don’t, I’ll come after you.”
“Sounds fearsome.”
“Hey….”
“What’s wrong?”
“…You already know. Besides, I can always tell you tomorrow. I just wanted to say that I’m… scared. Aren’t you?”
“…I am.” He shook head and chuckled, patting her hands against. “Don’t you tell anyone that I said that, alright? I love you, too.”
“I say yes to both.”
Yay to cheesy insignificant stories~
MythicalYoko....
 MythicalYoko · Mon Jan 21, 2008 @ 08:23pm · 3 Comments |
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