a/n: whoa i haven't done a ferriswheel oneshot in so long, and um, this is dedicated to Light because Light is amazing and stuffs so yeah
excuse the grammarless author's note, please
corpses from flowers
"I love you," he said, and it was not a promise, nor a confession, but a fact.
She'd bowed her head low, like she was ashamed of the declaration. They'd been in a Ferris wheel, high above the Nimbasa skyline, and he had kissed her on the lips. He was warm, soft, hardly anything like royalty, like a king.
"You know it can't last," she mouthed in the darkness, and he shushed her with a finger and a smile.
"I'd like to prolong it, while we're still capable of sustaining it," he replied, and his lips were on hers again, and she forgot all her inhibitions - the damned prophecy, their role in the order of the universe, their opposing polarities - and she kissed him back, with all the passion of an inferno.
She'd felt like a queen in there with him. He'd tasted of the sky, open and free like the majesty of his grandshire, his hair feather-light as she wound her fingers through it and touched him everywhere. He liked to whisper her name when they were alone. She liked to whisper back.
For a few months, they'd had the luxury of discarding titles and simply addressing each other as "Natural" or "Touko". It was a carefree extravagance, and she knew it was not meant for their kind - warriors, they were, meant to clash and collide en route to their destruction.
But she could not find it in her hands to obliterate him, to call on the stone she carried with her always. Neither could he, because he always looked golden in the mornings after, regal as a lion.
Curiosity has always been one of her more pressing traits, and she likes to think about a future where they had both been normal, without the added tether of a predetermined fate, without feeling the weight and heft of sleeping gods in their fingers.
Of course, it's only a thought, now.