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Title: Parting
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Raphael/Amy
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Warnings: Mild lolicon & incest (sort of?)
Summary: A year after the events of SCIV: the last stand of a doomed pair. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days' August 4th prompt one day here and the next day gone; part of the destiny calls continuity.
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“Sleep well, Amy.”
His last words to me.
I confess I did not answer him, could not; the taste and weight of his lips upon mine had robbed me of all other thought. I reached out to draw him close; my hand touched his cheek, white against white. He took my hand in his own, threading his fingers through mine. My breathing grew labored.
I opened my mouth to speak. I would never question him, especially not in this (my dearest and darkest of wishes) but why now, after so many years of longing? The self-righteous and fearful of the world literally stood at our door, howling for blood. I did not fear them; when one has endured so much, would you?
(I was a fool.)
“Raphael,” I said, carefully; his name felt strange on my tongue, as though his kiss had sweetened it. “Is now-”
He smiled and pressed me into the bed. My eyelids grew heavy; my vision darkened. Raphael's hand against my chest was cold. Too late, I realized what he was doing, how he meant to save me.
My eyes shut, but not of my own accord.
I awoke to dust and silence.
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Raphael/Amy
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Warnings: Mild lolicon & incest (sort of?)
Summary: A year after the events of SCIV: the last stand of a doomed pair. Written for
31_days' August 4th prompt one day here and the next day gone; part of the destiny calls continuity.---
“Sleep well, Amy.”
His last words to me.
I confess I did not answer him, could not; the taste and weight of his lips upon mine had robbed me of all other thought. I reached out to draw him close; my hand touched his cheek, white against white. He took my hand in his own, threading his fingers through mine. My breathing grew labored.
I opened my mouth to speak. I would never question him, especially not in this (my dearest and darkest of wishes) but why now, after so many years of longing? The self-righteous and fearful of the world literally stood at our door, howling for blood. I did not fear them; when one has endured so much, would you?
(I was a fool.)
“Raphael,” I said, carefully; his name felt strange on my tongue, as though his kiss had sweetened it. “Is now-”
He smiled and pressed me into the bed. My eyelids grew heavy; my vision darkened. Raphael's hand against my chest was cold. Too late, I realized what he was doing, how he meant to save me.
My eyes shut, but not of my own accord.
I awoke to dust and silence.
