AN: Bonus TX drabble again :D
Past (Ash/Musse)
It takes them a while to stop being cagey about what life was like before.
Sometimes he'll sit and listen as Musse tells him about her parents and what she remembers, the guile and mischief sloughing away to reveal a melancholy ache; phantom pain of the most quiet kind.
Other times she'll catch Ash hunched over, his fingers ghosting over his left eye again and again until she gently takes his hand in her own, her thumb running soothing patterns along his wrist.
"Goddamn. What a pair we make, huh?" he'd wryly observed.
She smiled. "We could have done worse."
Adventure (Tatiana)
Where did she feel like going today?
Perhaps she could take a tense sojourn through the streets of a seedy little town, wrapped in smoke and bathed in the dim glow of scattered streetlamps.
She might indulge herself within the cozy confines of a school hallway, where two people would find their lives forever intertwined when they happen to bump into each other before class.
Or maybe – just maybe – she'll sit down, pick up a pen, and take the first steps into crafting her own story, her own adventure.
Chapter 1, she writes, and unto her a world is born.
Proposal (Tokyo Xanadu, Gorou)
The ring remains in his desk.
It was nothing special, if he was being honest. It certainly wasn't as flashy or attention-grabbing as some of the other examples the saleswoman had shoved at him, but he simply couldn't have pictured any of them on Futaba no matter how hard he'd tried. This one, though; this one had been absolutely perfect, just like she was.
(It still hurts to use past tense).
He wishes he could have slid it onto her finger, seen the joy in her wide, sparkling eyes. He'll settle for keeping it safe; till death do they part.
Apocalypse (Valimar, Millium)
She is so small in your hands, almost insubstantial; like a human holding a feather.
"… I… did it… right…?" you hear, watching on as her physical form, damaged beyond repair, gradually disintegrates into streams of flowing light.
The brilliance coalesces and reforms, forging itself into a blade. You start to rise, the actuators within your fingers grinding as they close around the hilt.
In a matter of seconds, the world shatters apart.
An enraged. anguished scream echoes, coming from everywhere and nowhere as your visual receptors blaze a terrifying red, the ogre relentlessly consuming all that you both were.