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poisonangelTitle: Rain and Remembrance
Fandom: Scrapped Princess
Characters/Pairings: Fulle/Pacifica
Word Count: 189
Rating: G
Warnings: Themes of death
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crystaltear: Rain
Rain looks different from above the clouds. Okay, there aren't really clouds, but everything does look different from here. The past and the present and sometimes the future all tend to run together. That's why it is important to focus on one thing so you don't get confused. For me, it's the rain.
It was raining that night. The night I held off Pacifica's pursuers. The last night I drew breath or held a sword in my hand or touched her soft skin. The last thing I ever felt was the rain and cold and the pain.
It was also raining that day when she still couldn't remember herself, but I was learning so much about her. She'd wanted to go out, but I didn't want her to catch a cold. We stayed in together fighting over eggs in the soup and how I should style my hair, and the proper way to tie back curtains. We even argued over who kissed who first.
It was her, but I wouldn't admit it.
It was always her.
And that's why, even after that last night, I still love the rain.
Fandom: Scrapped Princess
Characters/Pairings: Fulle/Pacifica
Word Count: 189
Rating: G
Warnings: Themes of death
Request:
crystaltear: RainRain looks different from above the clouds. Okay, there aren't really clouds, but everything does look different from here. The past and the present and sometimes the future all tend to run together. That's why it is important to focus on one thing so you don't get confused. For me, it's the rain.
It was raining that night. The night I held off Pacifica's pursuers. The last night I drew breath or held a sword in my hand or touched her soft skin. The last thing I ever felt was the rain and cold and the pain.
It was also raining that day when she still couldn't remember herself, but I was learning so much about her. She'd wanted to go out, but I didn't want her to catch a cold. We stayed in together fighting over eggs in the soup and how I should style my hair, and the proper way to tie back curtains. We even argued over who kissed who first.
It was her, but I wouldn't admit it.
It was always her.
And that's why, even after that last night, I still love the rain.
