Title: Silent Whispers
Series: Saiyuki (Gaiden/Reload)
Pairing: 58; Rating: T (ah! I wanna cry and I wrote it!!!)
AN: Listen to Eclipse by Evans Blue.
The air was still; thick with blood and rushing adrenaline and fevered pulses that beat a crazed tattoo in their ears. Footsteps could be heard racing along the stairs above them, it was almost too late, they should have said it earlier, should have spent every breath breathing the other's air, but they didn't, and now they never would again. Eyes locked for the briefest of seconds, soft smiles and knowing glances, a faint prayer or question, neither really knew.
"Wait for me. Trust in me. Fall for me. Rise again for me."
"Like you even have to ask."
And then there was only blood and death and the lingering regret that hung mist like in between them, and then not even that.
And the world turned.
***
The air was still; thick with blood and rushing adrenaline and fevered pulses that beat a crazed tattoo in their ears. Footsteps faltered, fingers clenched and then relaxed, footsteps fell again. Heaving chests and balanced legs buckling slightly under extra weight; soft breaths mingling in huffed silence for a moment in time under a full moon. Eyes locked for the briefest of seconds, dangerous smiles and surreptitious glances, a faint prayer or question, neither really knew.
"Don't wait for me. Don't trust in me."
"You know, I saw the black inside your eyes, I saw they were eclipsed by mine and they looked just right. So I will wait for you, and I will trust in you, and yes, I'll even fall for you."
"It seems like I've known you for so long."
"Then shut up and sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
"This dream won't fade?"
"If it does we'll fade together."
Gentle sighs and tightly gripped fingers that twine together without meaning to, collecting strength and warmth and understanding even without words; this is their truth. They knew it in that moment when red and green became black sky and white moon. Forever apart of the other, independent and needy and perfect in their unity and glory.
Clinging together in the shadows, they see other faces, slightly different, and know another truth. Time cannot dull the heart or soul, blood and bones may dry and wither, scatter upon the wind to the four corners and still they would walk the same path, known to the other for all eternity. So they hold on a little tighter, caress and breathe and bleed and move as one, knowing that the future is still a long way off, and that they need to make up for lost time.
When bonds are shredded and flesh is ripped from bones and laying in a tangled mass under nails or claws or teeth. When the time comes and there is nothing but red tinged air and thick silence, ragged breaths that puff out in hurried little gasps against stained skin and cloth. When this time comes there will be no need for words, they've said it all before.
Press of soft, trembling lips and copper soaked ones, hot, salty rain and shuddering breaths, a lingering promise will hang there, known only to them and the heavens they fled from.
The world will turn again.
He waits to see the moon rise.
Fin.