story back again. had it uploaded here some time ago and removed it for whatever reason- well, here it is again, and three chapters longer, which I will upload if I kow whether there is someone who reads my story.
disclaimer: if I owned WK, the story would be a lot better... and Noir a lot badder, I think drops
Subtle Touches
Part one- Rain
Schau mich an-
Bin ich denn etwas Besseres als sie?
Das Blut tropft von meinen Händen
Und glitzert in deinen Augen.
The light from the street lamps reflecting off cold steel. Crimson drops falling to the wet ground, the hard rain washing them away. Water trickling from his hair, over his face, through the fabric of his clothes.
His breath, visible as tiny puffs of white smoke in the chilly autumn air. And the body at his feet, motionless, as if sleeping.
He looked up, his dark eyes locking with hers, blank eyes, as from someone whose soul has long ago been torn apart, into a bloody mess, like the small body on the ground in front of him.
She took a step back, her hands sinking to her sides without her noticing. Her right clinging to the gun as if it were the last thread of hope. Her eyes lowering themselves to the ground. Red-brown eyes, the colour of dried blood. The little clouds of breath from her mouth trembling visibly.
Slowly, he turned around, the sound of his steps drowning in the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting asphalt, grass, earth, fabric, skin.
The yellow light from the street lamp dancing on the wet, polished black steel of her gun, twinkling in the bloodstained silver of his claws.
Slow steps vanishing in the darkness.