She moved with him, that last little bit. Then he came, liquid heat inside her, and she panted against him and turned to kiss him. So sweetly, so gently, almost pretending that they were romantic. Almost loving. It was a reminder of other times, better times, with someone who had cared so much for her.
Someone she would have died for.
"Daiki?" Her voice was uncertain. Floating.
The world around them faded-and it was them. Lia was still in his arms, still with her skirt hiked around her legs. The walls crumbled, the paint peeled. The plumbing of the room creaked and groaned and broke, but no water came pouring out.
And Lia's uniform, blue and white and so crisp, bloomed red. Blood spilled down the front of it, hot and sticky and so bright as sunlight streamed in a broken wall. She gasped at him, stumbling away, seemingly reappearing in the room he was in, her hand pressed desperately over her chest though he could see right through her.
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Date: 2018-07-26 03:09 am (UTC)Someone she would have died for.
"Daiki?" Her voice was uncertain. Floating.
The world around them faded-and it was them. Lia was still in his arms, still with her skirt hiked around her legs. The walls crumbled, the paint peeled. The plumbing of the room creaked and groaned and broke, but no water came pouring out.
And Lia's uniform, blue and white and so crisp, bloomed red. Blood spilled down the front of it, hot and sticky and so bright as sunlight streamed in a broken wall. She gasped at him, stumbling away, seemingly reappearing in the room he was in, her hand pressed desperately over her chest though he could see right through her.