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Challenge Name and Number: #047, 7 Deadly Sins
Drabble Title: All That Was Left Unsaid
Word Count: 374
Warnings (if applicable): Puzzleshipping UST (At least, I hope I managed to capture that)
Pairings (if applicable): Puzzleshipping (Shouldn't be a surprise by now, should it?)
Summary: For the first time, he hated his fate, his destiny.
AN: As before, written for the YGO Drabble LJ community.
The door opened with the thunderous grinding of stone upon stone, showing nothing but the blinding white light of the other side. Three feet of ancient stone was all that stood between them and a lifetime of separation. His heart clenched painfully in his throat as he saw the silhouetted form of his other.
He regretted playing that damned card already.
For the first time in his life, he hated his fate, his destiny. For the first time, he wanted to give into his desires and temptation. To be selfish. To throw away the needs of the world for his own. To give into the feelings he kept so tightly bound to his heart.
And if that meant he had to fall off of that damned shining pedestal everyone put him on, so be it.
He wanted to touch and be touched, to love and be loved, to possess and be possessed. To know how it felt to be filled by the only one he loved more than life itself. To drown himself in the arms of his other – only to beg for more. To give his other the only thing he had left to give. Would it be so wrong for him, the one who everyone saw as the pure one, the savior, to be have such desires?
But what right did he have to force the other into an existence as a disembodied spirit?
None. He had none, and so to see to it his other left without regrets, he spoke nothing of his desires, his wish, and simply settled with letting his other know he would never be forgotten. Parting words said, his other simply walked into the light, never once looking back. The door closed with a resounding finality, and the ceiling began to crumble. Someone pulled him along, away from the rocks, away from certain death and out of the tomb. Still reeling from the emotion of the moment, from knowing that he had forever lost his chance to tell his other how he felt, his body allowed it.
And as they all stood outside, looking at the collapsed entrance, he suddenly wished he had pulled away.
After all, if he died, they would never be separated again.
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