Wow, I just realized how long it's been since I've seen the series. But Saga and Kanon have always been favorites though, so here goes. *cracks knuckles*
The city beneath Sanctuary is ancient but changing, and Saga sometimes sees the lights there, speckled out in a world below he’s never known. The craggy stones and ancient ruins are his home, and nothing else seems more familiar. His master says he’ll see it in time, but for now he is still a boy, and his life his devoted a different sort of light. The infinity of cosmos he is told is possessed by every being, but none more strongly than the one he is capable of becoming.
Still, on occasion he’s curious, walking along the bare hillside and feeling the bitter wind off the ocean. Most of the boys in Sanctuary come and go quite often. A lot of them die, but some—like Shura, will vanish for months and return saying (in very few words, Shura wasn’t one for conversation) things about high mountains, thick with snow, where one only has to walk to feel out of breath. Then there are those like Aiolos, who never seems to go anywhere, but who came from the outside to begin with, and can sometimes if he crosses his eyes and really thinks about it recall things about those lights below, and how they die if left on for too long.
For Saga it’s different, though. It’s always been the Houses, always Sanctuary, always Athena, always gemini—and always Kanon, a step behind or a step ahead on the stones. Saga doesn’t linger too long, for him the lights are a curiosity but hardly an infatuation—it’s Kanon who really stays, who could sit rapt there for ages, sitting among the stones or hanging from the branches of the old trees they say Athena herself tended too. Kanon’s the one who wonders late at night, when they’re curled together without beginning or end and there’s no escape from it. Brother…What do you think it’s like down there?
And it’s Saga who doesn’t really have the answer, but feels he has to say something anyway. Saga presses closer and thinks about it, all the while noticing the small things like how he’s become a bit taller, and how his brother’s hair is a little darker and stiffer to touch, and how his brother is the one who asked. Come on Saga, he whispers. You can say.
And so Saga does.
"Like the ocean, Kanon. I think it’s like the sea."
aa! I just saw this now. How utterly evil. It got lost in the flood of mail on my inbox. ;_;
*loves* I've got a great big weakness for these two. Saga in particular, and this was just lovely. The last part just gave me the thrills. Thank you! ^_^
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
The city beneath Sanctuary is ancient but changing, and Saga sometimes sees the lights there, speckled out in a world below he’s never known. The craggy stones and ancient ruins are his home, and nothing else seems more familiar. His master says he’ll see it in time, but for now he is still a boy, and his life his devoted a different sort of light. The infinity of cosmos he is told is possessed by every being, but none more strongly than the one he is capable of becoming.
Still, on occasion he’s curious, walking along the bare hillside and feeling the bitter wind off the ocean. Most of the boys in Sanctuary come and go quite often. A lot of them die, but some—like Shura, will vanish for months and return saying (in very few words, Shura wasn’t one for conversation) things about high mountains, thick with snow, where one only has to walk to feel out of breath. Then there are those like Aiolos, who never seems to go anywhere, but who came from the outside to begin with, and can sometimes if he crosses his eyes and really thinks about it recall things about those lights below, and how they die if left on for too long.
For Saga it’s different, though. It’s always been the Houses, always Sanctuary, always Athena, always gemini—and always Kanon, a step behind or a step ahead on the stones. Saga doesn’t linger too long, for him the lights are a curiosity but hardly an infatuation—it’s Kanon who really stays, who could sit rapt there for ages, sitting among the stones or hanging from the branches of the old trees they say Athena herself tended too. Kanon’s the one who wonders late at night, when they’re curled together without beginning or end and there’s no escape from it. Brother…What do you think it’s like down there?
And it’s Saga who doesn’t really have the answer, but feels he has to say something anyway. Saga presses closer and thinks about it, all the while noticing the small things like how he’s become a bit taller, and how his brother’s hair is a little darker and stiffer to touch, and how his brother is the one who asked. Come on Saga, he whispers. You can say.
And so Saga does.
"Like the ocean, Kanon. I think it’s like the sea."
no subject
*loves* I've got a great big weakness for these two. Saga in particular, and this was just lovely. The last part just gave me the thrills. Thank you! ^_^