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.