Pairing: EdwardxLeonardo (Leonardo's POV)
Author's Note: Eh, I'm terribly out of practice with writing fanfiction, so I thought I'd start out small. 100 word drabbles to song titles. Please keep in mind that while these drabbles relate to the song title, they may not necessarily relate to the song lyrics. I was too lazy to bother. .__.
Please read and review~ 3
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I Don't Understand
I can't say I really understand the fluttering I feel in my heart every time he looks at me, or every time our hands brush. He always looks so confident, so strong, and I always hang back.
Out on the battlefield, he wanders astray from the group, always going out to fight by himself. I wonder if he knows how much I worry about him. But he always comes back. He straggles back into our tent, bloody and beat up, but always smiling.
"Edward, you need to be more careful."
He looks at me, touches my face and laughs gently.
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The Way We Talk
We have our own language, in the way our fingers touch and our foreheads brush against each other. What needs to be said has no words to be translated into. I want to say his name over and over again, but I keep my mouth shut. I can feel his breath dancing on my cheek, and he's so close, so close.
Outside our tent, the night rushes on, plunging us into a day where fate still remains uncertain. If I lie still enough, I can almost hear footsteps chasing us down.
I close my eyes and he pulls me closer.
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Kiss Me
Perhaps I've had a little too much to drink tonight. I don't usually drink, but it was a toast. It would have been rude to turn down the offer.
I can feel his arm around my waist, supporting me, and I keep walking into him. All I can see are his eyes, everything else is a blur. He's saying something, I think he's laughing – after all, he drank too – but I'm not too sure.
All I know is that it's dark and he's lying next to me. His hands are in my hair and my lips are pressed against his.
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I'm Sorry
He whispers apologies in my ear, over and over again, holding me tightly. I can't help the tears that stream from my eyes and I clench them shut, wishing they would stop. I don't want to cry in front of him. He kisses them away and mumbles soft endearments.
He still smells like blood and the herbs I used to treat his wounds. There's still a pile of fresh bandages in the corner, in case I needed more.
I thought I was going to lose you. I thought… He presses our foreheads together.
"I'm never going to leave you, Leo."