Explosions (Au!fic)
Title: Explosions (Au!fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 1,048
Pairings: Xiuhan
Warnings: War
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: PG
Summary: He’s lost track of what comfort is since the war began, though, and figures he’s not the best judge at the moment.
A/N: Prompted by
seeeno~! :D
Minseok curls a bit tighter around his gun as another explosion rocks the ground, and he belatedly thinks that it might have been a bit too close for comfort.
He’s lost track of what comfort is since the war began, though, and figures he’s not the best judge at the moment.
He’s jostled from his stone still position a moment later by something, no someone, and he’s so surprised he about takes their head off. He prays to God that it’s someone alive this time, because it’s been too long since he’s spoken to anyone living, trying to ignore the numerous bodies spread about above the trench.
Hi, I’m Minseok, Minseok all but screams over the noise, buckling down again at another tremor in the earth. The body beside him jerks slightly as Minseok yells in his ear, and Minseok could all but cry at finally seeing someone alive through all this smoke and blood and war. I’m really happy that you’re alive.
I am too, The man (boy, Minseok corrects himself, because none of them are really quite men yet, hardly out of their teens) yells back, cap much too large on his head as he looks up at Minseok. His face is too pretty for the grime that covers it, and the man’s eyebrows furrow when he examines Minseok’s uniform, ducking into the other boy when the tremors intensify. Luhan. And I’m not sure, but I think I’m supposed to kill you.
I’d rather you didn’t, Minseok supplies helpfully, making no real move to ready his gun or an effort to defend himself. He notices Luhan isn’t exactly in a rush either, and but pressed against him as they shrink away from some shrapnel that flies into their little hole. I’ve made it pretty far, I’d rather not die now.
Luhan is saved from answering by something, or possibly someone, whizzing right over their heads. Minseok grimaces and Luhan seems to have his mouth open in some kind of wordless shriek as more blood is spattered on his cheeks. Minseok unclenches a hand from his gun to wipe some of it off with his sleeve, and Luhan attempts a half grateful smile.
You’re too pretty for this damn thing anyway, Minseok has to say it twice for Luhan to hear, and it still sounds embarrassing the second time around. But he really has little hope of making it out of here alive anyway, so he figures he may as well go for broke. Luhan looks surprised, caked with mud and dried blood as his face is, and he nearly drops his gun. Should’ve just ran when you had the chance.
And what about you? Luhan snorts, crouched close enough to Minseok that he doesn’t quite have to shout anymore. He thinks of the life he left behind when he was all but herded off to join the prestigious ranks, to fight some ambling war. All to end up in the enemy’s trench with a slightly eccentric boy that doesn’t seem to mind that Luhan is practically clinging to him and on orders to kill. Surely those baby fat filled cheeks weren’t meant for the front lines.
We have something in common then, Minseok grins, only slightly pained, and he wonders if this is what comfort is like. Think I can take you out after this is over?
If we’re still alive, you can take me wherever you want, Luhan snorts, and Minseok’s grin seems to brighten. He knows they’re living a lie, because the tremors get closer and closer and he’s sure it’s going to end soon, but it’s a nice dream to entertain. You can marry me if you’d like, and we’ll own a quaint little farm and adopt two point five kids and be like every other family.
Minseok just continues grinning, and Luhan shakes his head, leaning it on Minseok’s shoulder. He’s covered in grime and Minseok is too, face resting uncomfortably against the sharp edge of Minseok’s thick vest, but he doesn’t really care because this is nice and he hasn’t had anything nice for awhile.
I think we’re going to have to raincheck, Luhan sighs as suddenly everything goes quiet, and he can see the flash of light in the air above them. He throws his gun to the side and curls his fingers in Minseok’s uniform instead, the arm around his shoulders telling him Minseok did the same. Maybe next time around?
I’ll hold you to that, Minseok whispers, eyes focused on Luhan so that he doesn’t have to watch the way the sky seems to explode around them taking one more deep breath before pressing his bloody and chapped lips to Luhan’s, not quite wanting to spend his last moments waiting for the end. Remember it.
Luhan wishes he could say he would, even something murmured against the warm lips on his, but everything goes from blinding white to the darkness in a single moment, and he knows no more.
..
(Sometimes, Luhan gets a lingering feeling that he’s not where he should be, the way he sees things in his dreams, blood and dirt and always unrecognizable screaming.
Minseok always listens to him patiently, soothing hand running up and down his back. Luhan thinks that now and again he sees something different in Minseok’s face, something deeper than what he already knows it to be in his eyes, but dismisses it as something neither of them quite know, can feel it when they kiss.
There’s something innately right about Minseok’s arms around him, though, and so he ignores it all, set in the here and now, Minseok by his side.)
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Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 1,048
Pairings: Xiuhan
Warnings: War
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: PG
Summary: He’s lost track of what comfort is since the war began, though, and figures he’s not the best judge at the moment.
A/N: Prompted by
seeeno~! :DMinseok curls a bit tighter around his gun as another explosion rocks the ground, and he belatedly thinks that it might have been a bit too close for comfort.
He’s lost track of what comfort is since the war began, though, and figures he’s not the best judge at the moment.
He’s jostled from his stone still position a moment later by something, no someone, and he’s so surprised he about takes their head off. He prays to God that it’s someone alive this time, because it’s been too long since he’s spoken to anyone living, trying to ignore the numerous bodies spread about above the trench.
Hi, I’m Minseok, Minseok all but screams over the noise, buckling down again at another tremor in the earth. The body beside him jerks slightly as Minseok yells in his ear, and Minseok could all but cry at finally seeing someone alive through all this smoke and blood and war. I’m really happy that you’re alive.
I am too, The man (boy, Minseok corrects himself, because none of them are really quite men yet, hardly out of their teens) yells back, cap much too large on his head as he looks up at Minseok. His face is too pretty for the grime that covers it, and the man’s eyebrows furrow when he examines Minseok’s uniform, ducking into the other boy when the tremors intensify. Luhan. And I’m not sure, but I think I’m supposed to kill you.
I’d rather you didn’t, Minseok supplies helpfully, making no real move to ready his gun or an effort to defend himself. He notices Luhan isn’t exactly in a rush either, and but pressed against him as they shrink away from some shrapnel that flies into their little hole. I’ve made it pretty far, I’d rather not die now.
Luhan is saved from answering by something, or possibly someone, whizzing right over their heads. Minseok grimaces and Luhan seems to have his mouth open in some kind of wordless shriek as more blood is spattered on his cheeks. Minseok unclenches a hand from his gun to wipe some of it off with his sleeve, and Luhan attempts a half grateful smile.
You’re too pretty for this damn thing anyway, Minseok has to say it twice for Luhan to hear, and it still sounds embarrassing the second time around. But he really has little hope of making it out of here alive anyway, so he figures he may as well go for broke. Luhan looks surprised, caked with mud and dried blood as his face is, and he nearly drops his gun. Should’ve just ran when you had the chance.
And what about you? Luhan snorts, crouched close enough to Minseok that he doesn’t quite have to shout anymore. He thinks of the life he left behind when he was all but herded off to join the prestigious ranks, to fight some ambling war. All to end up in the enemy’s trench with a slightly eccentric boy that doesn’t seem to mind that Luhan is practically clinging to him and on orders to kill. Surely those baby fat filled cheeks weren’t meant for the front lines.
We have something in common then, Minseok grins, only slightly pained, and he wonders if this is what comfort is like. Think I can take you out after this is over?
If we’re still alive, you can take me wherever you want, Luhan snorts, and Minseok’s grin seems to brighten. He knows they’re living a lie, because the tremors get closer and closer and he’s sure it’s going to end soon, but it’s a nice dream to entertain. You can marry me if you’d like, and we’ll own a quaint little farm and adopt two point five kids and be like every other family.
Minseok just continues grinning, and Luhan shakes his head, leaning it on Minseok’s shoulder. He’s covered in grime and Minseok is too, face resting uncomfortably against the sharp edge of Minseok’s thick vest, but he doesn’t really care because this is nice and he hasn’t had anything nice for awhile.
I think we’re going to have to raincheck, Luhan sighs as suddenly everything goes quiet, and he can see the flash of light in the air above them. He throws his gun to the side and curls his fingers in Minseok’s uniform instead, the arm around his shoulders telling him Minseok did the same. Maybe next time around?
I’ll hold you to that, Minseok whispers, eyes focused on Luhan so that he doesn’t have to watch the way the sky seems to explode around them taking one more deep breath before pressing his bloody and chapped lips to Luhan’s, not quite wanting to spend his last moments waiting for the end. Remember it.
Luhan wishes he could say he would, even something murmured against the warm lips on his, but everything goes from blinding white to the darkness in a single moment, and he knows no more.
..
(Sometimes, Luhan gets a lingering feeling that he’s not where he should be, the way he sees things in his dreams, blood and dirt and always unrecognizable screaming.
Minseok always listens to him patiently, soothing hand running up and down his back. Luhan thinks that now and again he sees something different in Minseok’s face, something deeper than what he already knows it to be in his eyes, but dismisses it as something neither of them quite know, can feel it when they kiss.
There’s something innately right about Minseok’s arms around him, though, and so he ignores it all, set in the here and now, Minseok by his side.)
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