A/N: Fifteen minute challenge for the LJ community temps mort.
No topic given.
*gleeful grin* Nothing is more fun than trying to write a realistic romance with characters who have barely spoken three words to each other.
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"Not To Be Regretted"
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How is it that a great distance is crossed? That a gulf of souls can be bridged, despite the size of the rift?
They were not at all alike.
Physically, he was the lighter one, though no one who knew him would deny that his soul was the darker: the negative. From their first meeting, he considered himself the less worthy half of any companionship that might develop between them. But that is often how such things begin. Either way, he was the deceptive one, the one who tended to hide his feelings the most.
The other one- the one with the darker body, who did not hide his scars- was a peculiar sort of person. In his life, his heart had opened to very few people, though he smiled often and was a kind person. However, he did not love easily: that ability had been lost to him thanks to past pain. And though he was skilled at putting on a happier face, he had grown to dislike wearing it unless he truly felt the emotions behind it. As likely as the lighter was to hide his face, the darkness bared his brazenly. Not without fear, perhaps, but at least he did not hide it.
Not often, at least.
Because with the lighter, the darkness often felt insufficient, and would occasionally feel the need to avoid him when he would rather they spoke. And the lighter would never have approached the darkness himself, for fear that his blinding light would be snuffed out and he would be seen for what he was.
So both souls stayed far away from each other, meeting only briefly and never touching. They would avoid each other, in fact, though they did so as discreetly as possible.
Until, once, they collided like ghosts in the midnight streets, repeating an error once made by two of their shared students: mouths crashing against each other.
For them, however, it was not an error to be regretted.
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* fin *
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. : it means never having to say you're sorry : .
*gleeful grin* Nothing is more fun than trying to write a realistic romance with characters who have barely spoken three words to each other.
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"Not To Be Regretted"
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How is it that a great distance is crossed? That a gulf of souls can be bridged, despite the size of the rift?
They were not at all alike.
Physically, he was the lighter one, though no one who knew him would deny that his soul was the darker: the negative. From their first meeting, he considered himself the less worthy half of any companionship that might develop between them. But that is often how such things begin. Either way, he was the deceptive one, the one who tended to hide his feelings the most.
The other one- the one with the darker body, who did not hide his scars- was a peculiar sort of person. In his life, his heart had opened to very few people, though he smiled often and was a kind person. However, he did not love easily: that ability had been lost to him thanks to past pain. And though he was skilled at putting on a happier face, he had grown to dislike wearing it unless he truly felt the emotions behind it. As likely as the lighter was to hide his face, the darkness bared his brazenly. Not without fear, perhaps, but at least he did not hide it.
Not often, at least.
Because with the lighter, the darkness often felt insufficient, and would occasionally feel the need to avoid him when he would rather they spoke. And the lighter would never have approached the darkness himself, for fear that his blinding light would be snuffed out and he would be seen for what he was.
So both souls stayed far away from each other, meeting only briefly and never touching. They would avoid each other, in fact, though they did so as discreetly as possible.
Until, once, they collided like ghosts in the midnight streets, repeating an error once made by two of their shared students: mouths crashing against each other.
For them, however, it was not an error to be regretted.
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* fin *
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. : it means never having to say you're sorry : .