Alone [Lelouch x Reader]

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”Over...

It’s all over...”

You must have told yourself this hundreds of times, and yet, the fact still failed to sink into your consciousness. So much bloodshed had you witnessed: soldiers, civilians, innocent lives, Japanese, Britannians, royals.  So much destruction took place from homes, to landmarks, to precious soil reduced to dust. All this time, you fought to survive. You ran. You faced enemies. You stood your ground. You hid. You did whatever you could to preserve your life.

And now, you could breathe.

The hay scratched the tender skin on the back of your neck, diving in the net of your hair. The oceanic skies was dabbled in splotches of white. A gentle, warm breeze caressed your face as you lay in the back of the cart. The clopping of the horse’s hooves, an occasional whinny, a soft crack of the whip, and you were moving away from the horrors of the city, the hustle and bustle of the everyday life along with the chaos involved in war.

But, you were glad to run away from it, to escape.

You were glad to be alone.

A rustle broke you from your trance. Your eyes shifted to the side to find the mess of black covered in strands of hay. Violet pools quivered as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. You smiled a bit and cupped his cheek with your hand. Immediately at your touch, he broke from his trance. His face drained every bit of color from loss of blood. The crescents beneath his eyes darkened, thinning his face.

But, his smile remained like the curve of the sickled moon in the night sky. It was weak. It was tired yet it remained.

You managed to force a weak laugh.

“We made it,” you whispered, voice cracking. “We made it.”

It was because of him the world could live in peace. It was because of him that citizens of every race could coexist.

It was because of his blood, sweat and tears that he too could finally breathe.

And despite the wear and tear so etched in his face, he was without a doubt at peace.

With a hum, he leaned in to brush his chapped lips over yours, fingertips tracing over the contours of your face, the scars and scabs left behind. As you knotted your fingers in his matted locks, you inhaled his scent: iron from his bloody wounds, sweat, a hint of smoke in his clothes, fresh hay and his own musky scent.

A perfect combination.

His kisses from your lips down your jaw were so feathered, you wondered he was making any contact at all save for the mild tingling sensations teasing those sensitive nerves. You etched yourself closer to him

With a deep sigh, you closed your eyes.

With nothing left to return to, you were happy to abandon your former life to remain at his side.

Once you were alone, but with him, you could at least enjoy your quiet solitude.