Nothing Here But You
He opened his eyes to find nothing. The world had faded to white, and he was alone, trapped. This wasn't the oblivion he'd hoped for. This wasn't what he'd wanted.
He raised a hand to his mask; the texture, the design -both were familiar under his fingers. More familiar than his own face had ever been, appropriate for a boy with a borrowed face. With a careful hand he removed the mask. There was no one around to see anymore. Maybe that had never been the point, after all. He closed his eyes and let himself drift away.
He returned to a small, pale hand resting gently on his cheek and the soft murmurings of a softer, paler voice. He opened his eyes and grasped at the hand on his face. On Ion's face.
"I'm not your Ion," The words were dull and plaintive where once they would have been sharp and angry.
He saw those childish red eyes widen for only a second before he was caught up in a tight hug. His arms wrapped around her waist, almost automatically, as he tried to steady them both. He had only a second to acknowledge that her arms around his neck, her chin resting on his shoulder, her hair tickling his face- it felt foreign, and most strangely of all it felt nice √ and then he heard her voice again, the words whispering across his ear.
"I know, Synch. I know you're not that Ion."
She was sitting back now, not paying the slightest mind to the fact that she was in his lap. Their eyes met, and suddenly her face was much closer than before. Their lips met, and suddenly he didn't feel quite so alone.
"But you're still my favorite Ion."
And suddenly, he felt like this new oblivion wasn't so bad.
