Title: Before
The Fall.
Fandom:Sailor Moon.
Characters:
Ziocite, Malachite.
Rating:
PG.
Gerne: Drama.
Notes: I
don't write much Sailor Moon anymore. Mostly because I don't like
going against canon and without doing the proper research, you end up
doing so. However, here's a little tribute to my favorite villian
pairing... And yes, this is canon, watch the Japanese Version and
read the Manga people.
Before The Fall.
The gardens of the Castle were always welcoming. Disregarding the season, there were always flowers and beauty to be found in them. A private place to escape the strugle and the tension that polluted the atmosphere of the otherwise peaceful kingdom.
"You're worried."
Ziosite looked up from the tranquil waters of the pond, startled, and turned to the source of the voice, smiling faintly. Malachite was standing next to a tall willow, eyes slightly shadowed by his hair as he looked at him piercingly.
"I fear the Prince will do something silly and his father won't forgive him," Looking back at the moon that reflected upon the small lake, Ziosite shivered, "Queen Beryl has become more and more influencial to him."
Malachite smiled as he walked to wards his lover, sitting on the bench next to him. The smaller blond took advantage as he snuggled next to him, eyes half lidded.
"It'll go well," Joining their fingers, the icy blue eyes looked warm and welcoming, "Our Prince is strong and he can tell right from wrong."
"I don't want to die, Malachite," Closing his eyes, Ziosite smiled ruefully, "I'm one of the four generals of Earth, but I don't want to die."
"You won't," Voice serious, Malachite traced Ziosite's chin with his finger, tilting it upwards to face him, "We won't die."
"But if we do?" There was a sliver of fear hiding behind the green depths as the blond general held Malachite's hand with his own, "What if we die? Oh gods, this war is so pointless."
"If we die, we'll die together," The taller man kissed his forehead, smiling with determination, "All wars are pointless Ziosite, but it's our work to stop the madness. We can only hope the King will see Beryl's true colors before it's too late."
"Promise me," Holding him tightly, the blond shivered again, this time not from the cold, "Promise me we'll be together. Always."
"Forever and for always, Ziosite," Malachite kissed him softly, then pressed his forehead against Ziosite's, "Happens what happens, we'll be together."
And they were.