Ares Denetsu
*****
Set During: Broken Dolls and Darkened Evils |and| Anything For the Girl
Side Story III | Sang
*****
The soft rise and fall of his baritone voice was quietly comforting and Mercury listened without saying a word, feeling his pain and longing, his rare joys and his constant wonder. She experienced his loss of innocence as he recalled it, the kind of innocence those who don't know true suffering have. She heard his dreams and hate, lived his futility and touched upon his isolated loneliness.
It made all her wounds seem so petty, like they were merely trifles to be ignored in the long run. Trunks had suffered; he had lost his father, his sensei, his Rei-san, half a world, and almost his mother…
Mercury wanted, even in her half-awake blood-sleep, to hold him in place of his holding her, wanted to soothe his long buried hurts, wanted to complete his jagged soul.
He was breathing evenly, in a rhythmic pattern that sang up and down as her sticky face was held to his chest, tucked in his protective arms, her own arms held around his neck. Her eyes were half-lidded, kept open by her need to hear his voice.
She felt safe, comfortable and unafraid. She always did, when she was near him. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so at peace. Mercury was content to be beside him; knowing he was with her was all she needed to know.
Trunks' hand grazed her cheek and he thumbed away strands of her chilly hair away from her pale face, carefully holding her close to him so he could share body heat, keep her warm and secure.
It wasn't what he'd thought it would be like, their first hug. He had never imagined he would be holding her bloody body so tightly just to keep her alive.
Alive…stay alive, Ami-chan, he pleaded in his mind, stay alive for me.
She smiled softly into his jacket, remaining still and supportive as he haltingly continued his bitter tale, whispering the aching words into her receptive ear.
All that surrounded them was darkness, and his sorrow only added to the damp atmosphere.
It seemed that the very evil in the air was drawing closer with every word he said softly.
And when he was done, it was her turn.
She talked slowly and carefully, occasionally coughing up a few specks of blood, though she fought to keep from appearing completely helpless, even if she knew she was.
She told him of the Silver Millenium, of the castles and markets, of the kind peasants and the joy; she told him of the fall from power as Metallia warped and controlled the shy, weak Princess Beryl of Atlantis and the following destruction; she told him of the hope they were given by Queen Selenity before she died, granting them the possibility of a normal life, which was wrecked by Metallia's appearance. Metallia's failure brought the attention of other evils; a pair of aliens who were only misled, trying to save their mother tree; a renegade prince manipulated by an evil creature; a mad scientist and a false goddess; a circus ruled by a cruel magician who controlled another manipulated princess, Neherenia; the dark being known as Chaos, sealed away by Cosmos. Her words were of light and hope, dreams and truths, promising life and light at the end of the hopelessly long tunnel.
He replied, speaking of hate and evil.
She responded, singing of love and good.
He laughed and cradled her lovingly.
She smiled and let her arms fall from his neck, one twisting to hold his upper arm gently, her short blue hair fluffing limply about her crimson-streaked face.
Without knowing what he was doing, Trunks slowly began singing a lullaby he distantly remembered his mother reciting every night religiously, before he saw a murder with his own blue eyes and lost his trusting innocence.
Mercury still smiled, and her brooch glowed softly, a simple blue sheen that caressed her body, protecting her from the attacks and howls of death that haunted the mind.
In the stillness, he sang.
YES, I know this was short, okay? I wanted to write a quick Trunks/Mercury scene with no actual dialogue. I think for a, what, 1KB thing with no dialogue?, it was pretty good.
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Ares Denetsu" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
*****
Set During: Broken Dolls and Darkened Evils |and| Anything For the Girl
Side Story III | Sang
*****
The soft rise and fall of his baritone voice was quietly comforting and Mercury listened without saying a word, feeling his pain and longing, his rare joys and his constant wonder. She experienced his loss of innocence as he recalled it, the kind of innocence those who don't know true suffering have. She heard his dreams and hate, lived his futility and touched upon his isolated loneliness.
It made all her wounds seem so petty, like they were merely trifles to be ignored in the long run. Trunks had suffered; he had lost his father, his sensei, his Rei-san, half a world, and almost his mother…
Mercury wanted, even in her half-awake blood-sleep, to hold him in place of his holding her, wanted to soothe his long buried hurts, wanted to complete his jagged soul.
He was breathing evenly, in a rhythmic pattern that sang up and down as her sticky face was held to his chest, tucked in his protective arms, her own arms held around his neck. Her eyes were half-lidded, kept open by her need to hear his voice.
She felt safe, comfortable and unafraid. She always did, when she was near him. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so at peace. Mercury was content to be beside him; knowing he was with her was all she needed to know.
Trunks' hand grazed her cheek and he thumbed away strands of her chilly hair away from her pale face, carefully holding her close to him so he could share body heat, keep her warm and secure.
It wasn't what he'd thought it would be like, their first hug. He had never imagined he would be holding her bloody body so tightly just to keep her alive.
Alive…stay alive, Ami-chan, he pleaded in his mind, stay alive for me.
She smiled softly into his jacket, remaining still and supportive as he haltingly continued his bitter tale, whispering the aching words into her receptive ear.
All that surrounded them was darkness, and his sorrow only added to the damp atmosphere.
It seemed that the very evil in the air was drawing closer with every word he said softly.
And when he was done, it was her turn.
She talked slowly and carefully, occasionally coughing up a few specks of blood, though she fought to keep from appearing completely helpless, even if she knew she was.
She told him of the Silver Millenium, of the castles and markets, of the kind peasants and the joy; she told him of the fall from power as Metallia warped and controlled the shy, weak Princess Beryl of Atlantis and the following destruction; she told him of the hope they were given by Queen Selenity before she died, granting them the possibility of a normal life, which was wrecked by Metallia's appearance. Metallia's failure brought the attention of other evils; a pair of aliens who were only misled, trying to save their mother tree; a renegade prince manipulated by an evil creature; a mad scientist and a false goddess; a circus ruled by a cruel magician who controlled another manipulated princess, Neherenia; the dark being known as Chaos, sealed away by Cosmos. Her words were of light and hope, dreams and truths, promising life and light at the end of the hopelessly long tunnel.
He replied, speaking of hate and evil.
She responded, singing of love and good.
He laughed and cradled her lovingly.
She smiled and let her arms fall from his neck, one twisting to hold his upper arm gently, her short blue hair fluffing limply about her crimson-streaked face.
Without knowing what he was doing, Trunks slowly began singing a lullaby he distantly remembered his mother reciting every night religiously, before he saw a murder with his own blue eyes and lost his trusting innocence.
Mercury still smiled, and her brooch glowed softly, a simple blue sheen that caressed her body, protecting her from the attacks and howls of death that haunted the mind.
In the stillness, he sang.
YES, I know this was short, okay? I wanted to write a quick Trunks/Mercury scene with no actual dialogue. I think for a, what, 1KB thing with no dialogue?, it was pretty good.
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Ares Denetsu" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.