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The pond was quiet as they sat with each other, her back leaning against his chest and his arms wrapped around her. His chin rest over her shoulder, dark hair tickling her cheek. Ahiru smiled to herself as she observed the setting around them, feeling his breath fan quietly over her skin.
It was a calm atmosphere, with subtle crickets chirping in the distance and lightning bugs illuminating the air around them with soft flickers. The water of the pond rippled slightly, and the breeze shifted the leaves and branches of the tree above them. It was definitely nice, and Ahiru enjoyed the private time with Fakir.
Feeling his cheek against her own, the girl turned slightly to look at him. Her expression was not one of sadness, but it was certainly serene. "Fakir…."
He slowly opened his eyes, seeing himself reflected in her blue color. He felt her fingers idly toying with his own crossed over her stomach as he patiently waited for her to continue.
"Fakir, I want to say it."
For a moment the young man said nothing, keeping her gaze before dropping it and reclosing his eyes. He already knew exactly what she was referring to. "Don't."
It wasn't as if the response surprised her, but she still wished he wouldn't say it like that. She weakly gave a small puff of her cheeks, jutting the bottom lip out. "But it's different—you know it is, so…."
"Don't," he repeated, burying his face into her hair and slightly constricting his arms around her. "His story was too vague. My story was too vague. We don't know if it still applies to you." After another moment of thinking, he exhaled against her skin. "…Besides. I already know."
Ahiru's gaze fell to their hands, making a quiet displeased noise from the back of her throat. Sure, he knew, but that didn't mean she liked just being silent about it….
Eventually they relaxed again, enjoying the tranquil scenery. It was rare for them to be able to have the free time to just…enjoy each other's presence like this. She listened to the sound of him breathing, and closed her eyes to the rhythm, a small smile on her face.
After several minutes of being encompassed by the nightlife, Ahiru lowered her head with her bangs obscuring her vision, and whispered quietly.
"I love you."
Immediately she heard him draw a sharp intake of breath and suddenly clamp his arms tightly around her, shifting in his seat and holding her as if she was about to disappear. Which, in truth, was his initial thought. He held tightly to the girl, refusing to budge and teeth clenching together in the still atmosphere. His heart was the only thing moving erratically.
…And after a tense moment Fakir lifted his head, face flaming in a bright red. "You moron," he hissed, "what would have happened if you—?"
"But nothing did," she said, beaming. "See?" She lifted a hand up to touch along his shoulder, tracing the folds of his worn-down vest. And it was true. She wasn't gone from his embrace.
Fakir only frowned though, looking rather silly with the blush still stubbornly clinging to his cheeks. "…I never wanted to take that chance," he admitted sheepishly, averting his eyes. And then he shifted back to relax against the tree again, taking her with him and blowing a sigh through her cowlick. "It wasn't as if I didn't already know, anyway…."
Ahiru nuzzled to him, giggling. "I know." Reaching out to try and touch a lightning bug, she turned to him on the good note of a grin. "But it still feels really, really good to say it out loud. Now I know how you feel when you say it to me, so…."
"Idiot," he called her, lifting a hand to enclose it around a drifting lightning bug and drawing it close to show the redheaded girl. He allowed a smile to pass through at her marveling the little creature, the relief finally washing over his shoulders at the fact that she really wasn't about to turn into a speck of light.
…And it would have been a lie to say that hearing her say those words wasn't the most beautiful sound in the world.
It was a calm atmosphere, with subtle crickets chirping in the distance and lightning bugs illuminating the air around them with soft flickers. The water of the pond rippled slightly, and the breeze shifted the leaves and branches of the tree above them. It was definitely nice, and Ahiru enjoyed the private time with Fakir.
Feeling his cheek against her own, the girl turned slightly to look at him. Her expression was not one of sadness, but it was certainly serene. "Fakir…."
He slowly opened his eyes, seeing himself reflected in her blue color. He felt her fingers idly toying with his own crossed over her stomach as he patiently waited for her to continue.
"Fakir, I want to say it."
For a moment the young man said nothing, keeping her gaze before dropping it and reclosing his eyes. He already knew exactly what she was referring to. "Don't."
It wasn't as if the response surprised her, but she still wished he wouldn't say it like that. She weakly gave a small puff of her cheeks, jutting the bottom lip out. "But it's different—you know it is, so…."
"Don't," he repeated, burying his face into her hair and slightly constricting his arms around her. "His story was too vague. My story was too vague. We don't know if it still applies to you." After another moment of thinking, he exhaled against her skin. "…Besides. I already know."
Ahiru's gaze fell to their hands, making a quiet displeased noise from the back of her throat. Sure, he knew, but that didn't mean she liked just being silent about it….
Eventually they relaxed again, enjoying the tranquil scenery. It was rare for them to be able to have the free time to just…enjoy each other's presence like this. She listened to the sound of him breathing, and closed her eyes to the rhythm, a small smile on her face.
After several minutes of being encompassed by the nightlife, Ahiru lowered her head with her bangs obscuring her vision, and whispered quietly.
"I love you."
Immediately she heard him draw a sharp intake of breath and suddenly clamp his arms tightly around her, shifting in his seat and holding her as if she was about to disappear. Which, in truth, was his initial thought. He held tightly to the girl, refusing to budge and teeth clenching together in the still atmosphere. His heart was the only thing moving erratically.
…And after a tense moment Fakir lifted his head, face flaming in a bright red. "You moron," he hissed, "what would have happened if you—?"
"But nothing did," she said, beaming. "See?" She lifted a hand up to touch along his shoulder, tracing the folds of his worn-down vest. And it was true. She wasn't gone from his embrace.
Fakir only frowned though, looking rather silly with the blush still stubbornly clinging to his cheeks. "…I never wanted to take that chance," he admitted sheepishly, averting his eyes. And then he shifted back to relax against the tree again, taking her with him and blowing a sigh through her cowlick. "It wasn't as if I didn't already know, anyway…."
Ahiru nuzzled to him, giggling. "I know." Reaching out to try and touch a lightning bug, she turned to him on the good note of a grin. "But it still feels really, really good to say it out loud. Now I know how you feel when you say it to me, so…."
"Idiot," he called her, lifting a hand to enclose it around a drifting lightning bug and drawing it close to show the redheaded girl. He allowed a smile to pass through at her marveling the little creature, the relief finally washing over his shoulders at the fact that she really wasn't about to turn into a speck of light.
…And it would have been a lie to say that hearing her say those words wasn't the most beautiful sound in the world.
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"Why you moron... prankster!" Fakir yelled back, continuing the chase. She laughed even harder at that. They ran through the meadow, treading white and yellow flowers underneath them. Both of them were smiling through the chase despite Fakir's earlier words. Once Fakir could almost touch the hem of her long skirt trailing behind her, but she darted away before he coul
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Ending my Fakiru Week on an over-the-top fluffy note! Woo!
I'm actually really pleased that I managed to write something for all seven prompts, even though some of them were really short. For the longest time I thought I was only going to be able to do two or three, but watching everyone else talk about working on their entries and seeing everyone's work really motivated me. Fakiru Week 2011 was a total blast. Ilu guys.
I'm actually really pleased that I managed to write something for all seven prompts, even though some of them were really short. For the longest time I thought I was only going to be able to do two or three, but watching everyone else talk about working on their entries and seeing everyone's work really motivated me. Fakiru Week 2011 was a total blast. Ilu guys.
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