Hanna was right. Hanna was right, but god, we could never simply use the proof in court. I knew it, and he knew it. I think he just wanted me to believe him, at least. Wanted someone to know he wasn't crazy. Wanted someone to know the magic was real.
He'd mentioned the sharpie before. One day, during a rather difficult session for Hanna - he was recounting a night with the "zombie", just sitting together with cocoa and an old movie, where the two of them had kissed for the first time - I gave him the pen.
Several flourishes to his skin later, there was a glow. Straight from his skin, light emerged, balled up in his palm. The light from the video. It was like a ball of calm blue flame in his hand, and it was the most beautiful and terrifying thing. I was left speechless, and he closed his hand over it, putting the light out, already drawing more runes over himself. He showed me a levitation rune, a strength-augmenting rune, a doppelganger and a projectile that shattered the flower pot on my windowsill. He trusted me to see all manner of magic, but the very last one is the one that must have taken the most courage to show me.
He pulled a memory out of his head by writing a small rune on his fingertip and pressing it to his temple. It lit up his eyes, and the memory played from them like a projector. The zombie was there, walking down a street with Hanna, holding his hand with fingers laced.
"You walk too fast, Hesperos, my legs are shorter than yours!" the memory Hanna was saying, swinging their arms happily, but definitely trotting to keep up.
The memory zombie glanced down at him with a half-smile. "Oh?" he said, and his voice was a deep, rich baritone. "Well, I think I have a way to fix that."
He then proceeded to literally sweep Hanna off his feet, finishing the move with a long, ardent kiss. Hanna laughed breathlessly when it was through, face burning red.
"That's cheating. Using that whole "prince charming" thing is totally god-moding, seriously."
The zombie smirked, kissing the tip of Hanna's nose. "Will you forgive me if I make potato soup for dinner?"
Hanna made a gleeful noise, throwing his arms around his neck. "Already forgiven, man! Why are you so awesome?"
Everything faded out then, the scene blinking out of sight behind Hanna's eyelids. Hanna collapsed when the memory was over, shaking, tears streaming silently from his now, quite literally, electric blue eyes, his pupils blown wide.
"I love him so much," he murmured, voice tight with emotion as I regained enough of my wits to stumble forward and help him up. "God, I love him so goddamn much…why did it end up like this? We were so fucking happy…"
His trembling finally became too much, and he broke down once again, sobbing relentlessly against my shoulder. I led him to the couch, laid him out on it and petted his hair, trying to soothe him.
Powering out these chapters like whoa. I wanna get done with this sadfic, for real. It makes my heart hurt to write it so much that I think the writing itself is subdued. I might need to engage in some hardcore fluff and smut after all this is over. Good thing the kinkmeme gave me plenty of that to work with. XD