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Summary: They walk side by side, her warm little hand nestled tight in his, and he fears the moment he'll have to let go. 8th/RX.

Nothing Gold

He will always remember how she looks now, surrounded by a world of white. They walk side by side, her warm little hand nestled tight in his, and he fears the moment he'll have to let go.

Pretty sister; headstrong fool; artless child. So many facets he's seen, yet he knows her not at all. This is the Ruo Xi who stands still in the dark and weeps at the sky. Here the girl who looks at him with tender recognition and wordless sorrow.

Why? He bites his tongue. Why? He tightens his grip.


There's something almost poetic about the pain of losing her. There is a sweetness he's never known in having his heart broken. This is how he realises it's the first time.

It is as though all the happiness they've shared coalesced into this single piercing moment of joy, before it all disperses. And she melts back into the snow, discarding pieces of him as she goes.


His elder brother is a man who will never understand love. Fourth would hoard and guard, as though love were a priceless heirloom, not a bird to be cupped and set free. He would stifle her. Ruo Xi is a woman made for letting go, and his brother simply doesn't know how

In the end, of the three of them, he doesn't know who deserves the most pity.


Perhaps they're attempting to be discreet, perhaps they don't even try. Fourth holds out his cup. Ruo Xi pours him tea. He watches as they blot out the room until he doesn't exist, until only they do. He twists his ring as they silently promise the whole of themselves to each other. It is only when Fourteenth's sleeve brushes his that he realises his finger is rubbed raw.


It has been more than a decade since he's touched her face like this. He feels ancient. Yet the image reflected in her eyes is unchanged, her look is the same. She is still sorry, and now he finally understands.

The tears bead and drip unheeded along her jaw, goodbyes she will not say. He smiles as he wipes away every one.

-end-


on title: 'Nothing Gold Can Stay' -Robert Frost