Like Toy Soldiers

by sulietsexual

Series of drabbles based off Table Writing Prompts on LiveJournal. Mostly angst, with a little fluff thrown in. Shared POV, including family members of the Animorphs. Will eventually contain twenty-five drabbles in total. To be updated soon.

2. Prompt 2 – Complicated

Prompt #2 – Complicated

Occasionally, when the sun was low and the day smelled sweet and Rachel's fingers were tangled in his hair and her lips were pressed against his, Tobias could pretend things were simple.

He could pretend that he was just a boy and she was just a girl and whatever there was between them was easy and painless. That there was no war and no nightmares, that he hadn't seen blood dripping from her teeth or felt the tear of flesh beneath his own talons. That the war hadn't trapped him between two worlds, that it wasn't causing her to drift further and further away from him, towards darkness, into madness. That she didn't wish for more of him than he could give her, that she didn't ask him to give up a part of himself for her. That he didn't want to.

Occasionally, when the sun had set and Rachel's head was on his chest and he could stroke the cascades of golden hair and feel the warmth of her body against his, Tobias could pretend that their love wasn't headed for tragedy.