Touch
#38 of the 100 Writing Prompts
Disclaimer: I do not own "Vampire Knight"
She let her fingers trace the cold features of his face, dancing from jaw to brow. His eyelids fluttered and finally shut, his arms tightening around her waist. Every short hair rose and fell under her touch; every heated sigh was brought forth by her caresses. She smiled sardonically once his sight was hidden, before brushing her swollen lips against his own.
But it was not his eager mouth that greeted her. Soft powder landed on her tongue, filling her airways as she inhaled in shock. It was not his lap that she was curled up in, but a sifting pile of cinereous grey ash. His arms no longer embraced her, replaced with the hard clasp of dusty earth.
The wind picked up and she opened her eyes.
The interior of the cabin was dim, the void beyond the curtained windows unfathomable. With every dip and ridge in the road that passed underneath the spinning wheels, the whole carriage creaked and heaved. Her companion, sitting rigidly on the opposite bench, was peering at her with concern flooding his amethyst eyes.
"You were crying again, Shizuka-sama."
She felt her face lightly, not previously noticing the salty streams dripping down her cheek.
A/N: There was supposed to be more Ichiru in the end, but the whole thing sort of stagnated with it there. Apologies.
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