A/N: One of my favorite words for this particular challenge. Fabulous ending for me. I quite love it!
Warning: Awesome-O says that this is GAY. Full of GAY. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I… I gots nothing. Really. Nothing. Sorry.
Summary: Challenge fic. 25 Random Words. The rules? Just use the word in a scene, sentence, or paragraph about the pairing. Chapter 8: Candle.
Remember:
"Blah" – Speech
Blah –Thoughts/Emphasis
Blah – Self Explanatory
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8. Candle
Candles were standard when you're a goth. Black candles everywhere. They covered Shadow's room. All lit, dripping waxing down to metal and alabaster holders. There were skulls. Blood red roses with thorns. Chains. Black painted walls. Wrought ebony longing bed. The Moonlight Sonata was playing as dark curtains ruffled in the wind.
"Whoa," Ike breathed when Shadow opened his door. Shadow normally came to Ike's place. Somehow, Ike managed to get to Shadow to agree to open his doors for him. "Its like, you live in a completely different world…"
"I live in the same meaningless world as you do," the dark preteen said, picking up a melting candle. The flame flickered, causing the darkness to dance and writhe, in the wind as Shadow moved to the spidery drapes.
"Meaningless?" Ike questioned. Shadow closed his window, the heat from the candles radiating around them. Ike shook his head. "Well, meaning or no… There's something quite romantic with the way you live."
"Romantic?" Shadow sneered. Ike smiled. He kneeled to the ground, picking up a discarded poem.
"Hopelessly so…" Ike murmured, folding an unfinished page. There was a beat of silence between the boys. Shadow reached out his arm, Ike looked up; the paper was transferred over to its owner.
Twirling the page over a candle, Shadow nodded, a fire spreading across the faded lines. The smell of the burning ink and paper was like a gypsy's hazy potion. Ike was captivated at Shadow's dark rimmed eyes found his again…
"As long as it's hopeless."
—END?—