This is Jin x Julia.
And I don't own Tekken. Duh.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
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'Imaginary'
Jin woke up again, his dark eyes blinking open, but he was relieved to see it was a dream. He settled his head against the pillow once more, feeling a body stir next to him. He slipped his arm, wrapping his arm around her thin waist, holding her close.
He tried to remind himself that this was only temporary, he wouldn't be making his parents mistakes. He was a self-loather; hating himself for the curse he didn't ask for. He had no right to drag her into it too, but it seemed that Julia's strong will and passion wouldn't be shot down by him.
He heard her mumble his name, almost inaudibly, and felt her wiggle slightly, her thigh gently brushing against his. He realized he was holding her too tightly, clinging a little too much. He eased up, his head coming to rest against her shoulder, kissing her skin in apology. She mumbled something again, but he could tell that it was in contentment, not annoyance.
The dream had been horrible, the voices in his head calling to him again, trying to bring out his demon. He'd refused to lose control... not after he'd come so far. And that was when he woke up...
His angel of light at his side.
The one thing he'd be missing when he would have to leave. His hand brushed against her soft brown locks, trailing down the braided ponytail she kept it in when asleep, to rest at the small of her back.
She continued to mumble, refusing to wake up. "Jin... stop... I'm trynna sleep..."
He almost apologized, but then changed his mind. "I just wanted to touch you again before I left." He said softly, so she wouldn't hear it. He knew if she had, she would've woken up almost instantly, and protested it, but she merely calmed down, rolling into the warm spot he left behind as he climbed out of bed.
It wasn't like this move was going to make much of a difference. He was already too attatched...
/...xXx.../
He felt someone standing over him, casting a shadow over his form as he sat on the throne of the Mishima Zaibatsu.
"Sir!"
He opened his eyes a little, both annoyed and relieved that someone had snapped him from his half-sleep. He raised his cheek from his palm, sitting up straighter, giving the man a curt nod.
It seemed he'd been dreaming about a dream again... after all, everything in his life seemed imaginary.
Fin.
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