Kenshin x Tomoe


They did not need words to speak. Not these two broken souls, frozen in their pain unless they were with each other. Wounded and in pain alone, but whole together, finding some measure of happiness out of the ashes of their lives.

They both gravitated to the silence, and so that was how they communicated. In smiles and glances, a whole conversation held in the twitch at the corner of the mouth, in the fluttering of an eyelash, in slight movements of hand and arm and head.

The harvest was good today; a twitch of a smile on a redheads lips.

Dinner is ready; jet black eyes flicker.

The children are happy today; a twitch of the head sending a long rope of red hair over a shoulder.

The one thing they never say, not in words or looks or touches, is I love you.

He comes close, until death do us part.

As does she, you need a sheath, to hold back the madness, so if you don't mind…I'm going to stay with you for a while.

But they don't say it – until it's too late. A last smile, pained as blood tints the snow pink, it's alright, this is the way it's meant to be, so please don't cry.

Tears from violet eyes, as he presses his lips to her cold, dead smile.

Please don't go. I love you.