A/N: This will end up being a collection of fics I writing for the 100moods challenge on livejournal. All oneshots. They will have little if any correlation with each other.
And it will all be Dark/Krad, though it will not always be very obvious.
Hope you guys like it!
Title: Beautiful Night
Fandom: DNAngel
Characters: Dark and Krad
Prompt: 033: Enamored
Word Count: 595
Rating: G
Warnings / Spoilers: Dark is a little OOC …
Summary: Tonight is the night of truce, the one night in which Dark and Krad do not have to fight, and can simply enjoy the beauty of the night together.
The wind is gentle tonight. I delight in his touch, rejoice in his soft caress. He is rarely so kind to me, for he usually tears at me and screams at me – and he always, always, always tells his Master where I am. It is this last that always makes me flee from him, makes me curse at him. But tonight – tonight his Master does not seek to destroy me. Tonight – tonight is the night of truce.
I step out of the shadows, suppressing the instinct to duck away from the light of the moon that streamed through the open window. There is no reason to hide from the moon tonight. It will not burn me tonight, for tonight is the night of truce.
I slip out of the open window, flying on my own wings for once, out above the moonlit sea. As I gain altitude, I gaze openly at the night sky, able to enjoy the sight with leisure for the first time in a very, very long time. The moon – he is beautiful tonight, full and round and perfect. Even his scars add to his beauty. And the stars … they shine so brightly and steadily on this cloudless night. There is hardly a flicker at all to mar their beauty.
And the sea! Oh the sea! Its dark surface glitters with the ever-shifting reflections of a thousand thousand stars. And the reflection of the moon himself paints a shimmering silver path across the waves out to sea. A path that calls to me, that will lead me away from here, out of my cage, to freedom …
I tilt my wings and wheel away from the sight of that beckoning water. I would never choose that road. I can't. I am in a cage that will never release me, that will follow wherever I go. And I would not choose to leave, even if I could.
I fly above the small coastal town from which I started. There is beauty here too, but harsher and less gentle. The lights of the town are so many and so bright, I could almost believe the stars have fallen from the sky. But, such a pity, the stars themselves are dimmer here, washed out from all the light shining upward from the town. I can hardly see them at all. And the moon – he is still beautiful, but his glory is diminished. His allure is weakened – one bright light amidst many is hardly as interesting as one bright light alone.
My thoughts are broken as a shining white figure flies up to soar at my side. "Beautiful night, isn't it?" says the Master of wind, moon, and night.
I tilt my head slightly so I can look at him. He … he is the most beautiful of them all, for all of their separate beauties is incorporated in his own. His is the radiant beauty of the moon, bright and full, with any flaw only a contribution to his beauty. His is the steady beauty of the stars, changeless and true, even after all these centuries. His is the vain beauty of the sea, claiming all the beauty of his surroundings as mere ornaments to enhance that which is already beautiful. And his is the unforgiving beauty of the bright lights of civilization, shining so brilliantly that any beauty compared to his seems impossibly dull.
He is the most beautiful of them all, for who can expect to compete against the beauty of a cloudless, moonlit night?
"Yes," I answer. "It really is beautiful."
A/N: Was it good? Did you people like it?
