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“Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.”
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This pairing needs some love. And srs attention. Because it rocks. XD
Collective Title: More First Than Sun, More Last Than Star {Prompt #7 - "Don't be afraid"}
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alory_shannon
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Pairing: pre-Guy/Older!Anise ...though technically it'd be Older!Anise/Guy, since she totally tops XD
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 880
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: ...I don't think anyone could have missed this, BUT I'LL SAY IT AGAIN JUST IN CASE. This is set when Anise is OLDER. She is NOT a child anymore. And this isn't smut anyway, so the Pedo Police can just clear off.
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“Don’t be afraid.”
Easier said than done, Guy thinks as she steps towards him. She keeps her movements slow and obvious, though it doesn’t lessen the apprehension he feels or prevent instinct from turning his muscles to tightly coiled springs. He’s proud of himself for not taking a step back for every one she takes forward, but then again he’s sitting down and the chair’s back is already up against the wall so it’s not really a victory in anyone’s mind but his own.
“D-don’t worry about me,” he stammers as he watches her steady progress and wishes yet again that he could simply melt away into the wall or the floor and avoid this altogether. “It’s really not that bad, and Pere can—”
“Pere is in Grand Chokmah, and without the Albiore, that’s still two days away.” Her smile comes just as slowly as her footsteps, both somehow ominous despite the lightness in them. “Besides, you got hurt protecting me, so I owe you.”
He flinches as her hand comes up, still moving with that exaggerated slowness, the wooden slats of the chair’s back dig into his spine, and he has to turn his head and close his eyes tightly to keep himself from trying to bolt past her.
Her initial touch is light, a feathery brush of small, cool fingers over his jaw, and he can’t entirely stifle his surprised gasp (his arm is where the injury is, why is she touching his face?), can’t stop himself from giving a startled jerk away from her hand.
His eyes come open at her quiet chuckle (it hasn’t lost one bit of its impish quality, regardless of the fact that she’s definitely no longer a child and that she’s soon to be initiated as the head of the New Reformed Order of Lorelei) and he shoots her a look of pained desperation, a silent please PLEASE stop fooling around and let’s get this over with already that she meets with an angelically serene smile that must come with accepting the position of Fon Master, because he could swear he’d seen that exact same expression on Ion’s face years ago.
“A-Anise—” He’s shaking and he can’t stop it and he knows that it’s only going to make it harder for her to tend to his injury but he can’t help it.
“It’s okay. Just close your eyes and think of something else.” That gentle touch is at his shoulder now, tearing the ruined material of his shirt sleeve to allow her better access to the wound, and despite the unsettling fact that she sounds far too close, he’s grateful that she’s talking, already giving him something to focus on other than the fact that she’s touching him. “Luke’s son. Peony’s rappigs. Tear’s boobs.”
He grits his teeth and closes his eyes again and does as she says (thinking of Luke’s son, that is, and he can’t help but smile slightly even as his body continues to shake—the kid’s as much a handful as Luke himself ever was). And maybe he sort of blacks out a little because almost before he knows it (and yet what seems like a small eternity later at the same time), the hands cleaning and binding the wound vanish, and he feels the heat of her body fade as she moves away, leaving only the subtle scent of selenias and the ghostly memory of her touch on his arm.
“There. That should do it.” He looks up to see her standing a safe distance away, beaming down at him with the same cheerfulness as always, though if he didn’t know better he’d think there was something else other than just companionable warmth in that smile, but then again the years have changed things about both of them, so expecting her smile to be exactly the same was fairly ridiculous. Still, he could have sworn…
Her eyes catch at his and hold them, and he’s not sure what he’s seeing there, but she’s moving slowly towards him once again and it’s no better this time than it was a few minutes ago but this time he doesn’t close his eyes as she reaches out her hand, bending over just enough to give him a clear view down the front of her robes (it’s a calculated move, it has to be, but even though he knows that, he’s still male and he can’t help the fact that his eyes are drawn exactly where she wants them to be--enabling this not-so-subtle way of saying see, I’m not a child any more, so you can look at me that way without it being at all wrong).
This time her touch is decidedly more firm, and this time he’s too frozen with shock to pull away as she presses a finger to his lips, her eyes gleaming with that same familiar sparkle they always used to when she was teasing him mercilessly.
“Don’t be afraid,” she says again, and it’s all she says before she turns and slips silently out of the room, an eye-catching sway to her hips as she goes, leaving him to cover his mouth with his hand and wonder what exactly she meant by it.
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Guy/Anise - This time, the smile is the same, but the fear is different.
I'm thinking of joining
10_passions with this pairing, but I want to be a little more sure of myself before I commit to it. So until I am, I'll just post these here instead. :]This pairing needs some love. And srs attention. Because it rocks. XD
Collective Title: More First Than Sun, More Last Than Star {Prompt #7 - "Don't be afraid"}
Author:
alory_shannonFandom: Tales of the Abyss
Pairing: pre-Guy/Older!Anise ...though technically it'd be Older!Anise/Guy, since she totally tops XD
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 880
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: ...I don't think anyone could have missed this, BUT I'LL SAY IT AGAIN JUST IN CASE. This is set when Anise is OLDER. She is NOT a child anymore. And this isn't smut anyway, so the Pedo Police can just clear off.
--
“Don’t be afraid.”
Easier said than done, Guy thinks as she steps towards him. She keeps her movements slow and obvious, though it doesn’t lessen the apprehension he feels or prevent instinct from turning his muscles to tightly coiled springs. He’s proud of himself for not taking a step back for every one she takes forward, but then again he’s sitting down and the chair’s back is already up against the wall so it’s not really a victory in anyone’s mind but his own.
“D-don’t worry about me,” he stammers as he watches her steady progress and wishes yet again that he could simply melt away into the wall or the floor and avoid this altogether. “It’s really not that bad, and Pere can—”
“Pere is in Grand Chokmah, and without the Albiore, that’s still two days away.” Her smile comes just as slowly as her footsteps, both somehow ominous despite the lightness in them. “Besides, you got hurt protecting me, so I owe you.”
He flinches as her hand comes up, still moving with that exaggerated slowness, the wooden slats of the chair’s back dig into his spine, and he has to turn his head and close his eyes tightly to keep himself from trying to bolt past her.
Her initial touch is light, a feathery brush of small, cool fingers over his jaw, and he can’t entirely stifle his surprised gasp (his arm is where the injury is, why is she touching his face?), can’t stop himself from giving a startled jerk away from her hand.
His eyes come open at her quiet chuckle (it hasn’t lost one bit of its impish quality, regardless of the fact that she’s definitely no longer a child and that she’s soon to be initiated as the head of the New Reformed Order of Lorelei) and he shoots her a look of pained desperation, a silent please PLEASE stop fooling around and let’s get this over with already that she meets with an angelically serene smile that must come with accepting the position of Fon Master, because he could swear he’d seen that exact same expression on Ion’s face years ago.
“A-Anise—” He’s shaking and he can’t stop it and he knows that it’s only going to make it harder for her to tend to his injury but he can’t help it.
“It’s okay. Just close your eyes and think of something else.” That gentle touch is at his shoulder now, tearing the ruined material of his shirt sleeve to allow her better access to the wound, and despite the unsettling fact that she sounds far too close, he’s grateful that she’s talking, already giving him something to focus on other than the fact that she’s touching him. “Luke’s son. Peony’s rappigs. Tear’s boobs.”
He grits his teeth and closes his eyes again and does as she says (thinking of Luke’s son, that is, and he can’t help but smile slightly even as his body continues to shake—the kid’s as much a handful as Luke himself ever was). And maybe he sort of blacks out a little because almost before he knows it (and yet what seems like a small eternity later at the same time), the hands cleaning and binding the wound vanish, and he feels the heat of her body fade as she moves away, leaving only the subtle scent of selenias and the ghostly memory of her touch on his arm.
“There. That should do it.” He looks up to see her standing a safe distance away, beaming down at him with the same cheerfulness as always, though if he didn’t know better he’d think there was something else other than just companionable warmth in that smile, but then again the years have changed things about both of them, so expecting her smile to be exactly the same was fairly ridiculous. Still, he could have sworn…
Her eyes catch at his and hold them, and he’s not sure what he’s seeing there, but she’s moving slowly towards him once again and it’s no better this time than it was a few minutes ago but this time he doesn’t close his eyes as she reaches out her hand, bending over just enough to give him a clear view down the front of her robes (it’s a calculated move, it has to be, but even though he knows that, he’s still male and he can’t help the fact that his eyes are drawn exactly where she wants them to be--enabling this not-so-subtle way of saying see, I’m not a child any more, so you can look at me that way without it being at all wrong).
This time her touch is decidedly more firm, and this time he’s too frozen with shock to pull away as she presses a finger to his lips, her eyes gleaming with that same familiar sparkle they always used to when she was teasing him mercilessly.
“Don’t be afraid,” she says again, and it’s all she says before she turns and slips silently out of the room, an eye-catching sway to her hips as she goes, leaving him to cover his mouth with his hand and wonder what exactly she meant by it.
--
Guy/Anise - This time, the smile is the same, but the fear is different.