Disclaimer: I don't own Lux-Pain. Neither do you.
But I do own Akira-kun (hey, at least give me that) and I quite possibly own Liu.
A/N: This one is a short little thing that just would not get out of my head.
-x-x-x-x- Marijuana, a Lux-Pain fanfiction
it's not a dream.
And it was always too much, seeing his long, slender body spread out over my own bed, not even bothering to be wrapped by blankets, with that peaceful expression that he only lets me see only I can see it and no one else. Perhaps he's had a long day, done too much work. Perhaps he was waiting there for me, and drifted off. Or perhaps he's just simply tired, and that's alright.
He's left the window open again, forgetting that the night brings a strong chill through this city, though sick of the stale air this room seems to get when it's not open. I take the blankets and enfold them around his body, and he stirs. He whispers my name in his sleep; he's dreaming of me, I can tell from his disjointed thoughts.
I see him now, and think of how he was back then. How distant he was, how he shoved me away. Little did I know, he was trying to protect the both of us. We tend to forget it often, but working with FORT is dangerous. How easily we would sacrifice ourselves for the other, then leaving them open for attack. Emotions are the enemy, he used to say. He used to teach me that.
And it was always too much, watching him day after day, wanting him so damn badly it felt like I was being shred apart, and we just threw all of that away. We needed each other. And it was always truly just too damn much.
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