Disclaimer: Angel Sanctuary is not mine. Oh, but if it was...

A/N: Occasionally I feel as if my life is just one big search for that ever-so-elusive Good Katan and Rosiel Fic. Obviously this is a pretty crazy notion, and it must mean that I'd better write something before I go completely insane. I do have a massive epic in the works for these two—with actual romance, for once!—but for right now I'm venting my obsession in small chunks so as to not piss off my Dragon Knights-loving beta ;) And I'm gonna shut up now, before my author's note becomes longer than the drabble...


White Roses for Mourning (Daisies for Innocence)


Several days had passed before Katan could bring himself to visit the grave—when he did, he found that someone else already had. The white roses were not in a bouquet, because no one was to know that this was a grave (the turf had been replaced with care), but had been planted there and appeared to be flourishing. He planted his own flowers—daisies for innocence—beside them, relishing in the feel of dirt beneath his fingernails, and then he stood back to admire his handiwork for a while. The sun moved across the sky, unnoticed.

He became aware of Rosiel's presences a moment before he spoke (how, he could not say). "I need you, Katan. Come," he said simply, and Katan followed.

The man did not lay a finger on him—did not rest a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, or Heaven-forbid embrace him; he would not even make eye contact—but Katan was touched just the same.

Owari