Delirium
Weiss Kreuz.
Slash,
romance, fluff, delirium, OOC.
Crawford & Schuldig.
Gluhen
AU.
"You are alive,"
Crawford says, eyes alight with... elation?
He must have bumped
his head pretty hard during that last attack. It's hard to appraise
the environs when you can barely crack your eyes open, but Schuldig
manages.
Crawford sits propped against a brick wall in a lane too
dirty for even rats to occupy, and Schuldig himself is sprawled on
the wet asphalt, his head resting in Crawford's lap.
The weirdest
thing of all, Crawford is smiling.
"Is that blood loss making
you fuzzy, Brad?"
Crawford tries for a headshake, winces. His
right arm hangs limply, and his face is deathly pale. But the bloody
sunset is rolling into a quiet night, and their enemies lie dead, and
their future is clear. Schuldig feels like his head is stuffed with
broken glass and rusty razors but he decides the result was worth the
process.
Cold fingers, sticky with blood, slide across his cheek,
and he looks up and meets Crawford's oddly tender
gaze.
"Alive..."
Schuldig attemps a smirk. It hurts,
but what the hell. "Of course," he says. "I always
knew I'd go down in style. And look at this. Evil plots. Explosions.
Dirty walls. So passe."
"I love you," Crawford
says.
"Hey, careful there. If I say I love you too, we'll
both kick the bucket. Genre expectations and all that."
Crawford
nods.
Schuldig doesn't need to say a word.
And they both know
it.
