Samurai Flamenco - Faith [Gotoyoshi]
Sep. 16th, 2014 02:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scriveynerTitle: Faith
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 267
Summary: He believed in Masayoshi.
The words burned in his throat still, acrid in a way that the tobacco smoke wasn’t, hard-edged and lodged tight. Gotou tried to swallow around them, found he couldn’t, and stared at the cigarette in his hand instead.
He knew why he’d said them; he knew that it was what Masayoshi needed to hear; it was what the supporting cast did, they propelled the hero forward on his path, they gave them something to fight for - but that didn’t mean that they hurt him any less. He couldn’t tell if the others knew, caught up in the moment - he couldn’t even tell if Masayoshi saw beyond the words themselves.
And now Masayoshi was gone to face the final battle with this new enemy alone; and Gotou was left behind to wait. This wasn’t one of Masayoshi’s toku shows, there was a chance that he wouldn’t come back, that the alien ship above would vanish into the dark night sky and he’d never know what happened. They’d all said as much. The fear was wretched, coiling in his gut like a cobra, poised and ready to strike without notice. He fought it down, swallowed it - he dropped the cigarette butt and ground it out with his heel, drew another from the pack and managed to light it without his hands shaking. This was something only Masayoshi could do, after all.
He believed in Masayoshi.
Masayoshi would come back.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 267
Summary: He believed in Masayoshi.
The words burned in his throat still, acrid in a way that the tobacco smoke wasn’t, hard-edged and lodged tight. Gotou tried to swallow around them, found he couldn’t, and stared at the cigarette in his hand instead.
He knew why he’d said them; he knew that it was what Masayoshi needed to hear; it was what the supporting cast did, they propelled the hero forward on his path, they gave them something to fight for - but that didn’t mean that they hurt him any less. He couldn’t tell if the others knew, caught up in the moment - he couldn’t even tell if Masayoshi saw beyond the words themselves.
And now Masayoshi was gone to face the final battle with this new enemy alone; and Gotou was left behind to wait. This wasn’t one of Masayoshi’s toku shows, there was a chance that he wouldn’t come back, that the alien ship above would vanish into the dark night sky and he’d never know what happened. They’d all said as much. The fear was wretched, coiling in his gut like a cobra, poised and ready to strike without notice. He fought it down, swallowed it - he dropped the cigarette butt and ground it out with his heel, drew another from the pack and managed to light it without his hands shaking. This was something only Masayoshi could do, after all.
He believed in Masayoshi.
Masayoshi would come back.
