|
"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Major Character Death, Romance, Tragedy Pairings: Trowa/Quatre Summary: In life, they were the perfect couple.
Strong, dedicated, and so devoted to each other. In death, they became
even more. A symbol of the power and strength of true love. " Star Crossed" Breath, a puff of steam that billows across the few inches of space between them. It crystallizes in the frigid air, sparkling like tiny diamonds in the muted sunlight that streams in through the circular window. The inside of the capsule, small and cold, is filled with the sounds of labored breathing and the faint beep of alarms alerting the occupants of dangerously low oxygen levels. The leak in the hull is depressurizing the cockpit and the absolute zero degrees of the vacuum beyond is creeping in, spreading web-like tendrils of ice that begins to consume the inside of the transport. Trowa holds his breath and clutches the body in his arms close to his chest. He holds the infinitesimal amount of gelid air inside his lungs until his involuntary reflexes force him to expel it and take another. His mind is fuzzy as his brain is depleted of precious oxygen, but he’s desperate to preserve as much of it as possible so that the other can breathe. The hopelessness of the situation does not matter to him. The knowledge that he could hold his breath indefinitely and it still wouldn’t save the man in his arms, irrelevant. As long as there is still life in this body, he will sacrifice it for his love. Quatre squirms a little within the tight embrace, makes a weak sound, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, then quiets down again. Their helmets are useless, discarded and floating above their heads. Trowa feels his arms loosen, his strength fading with suffocation and hypothermia. He distinctly remembers such a feeling, once before. He’d been alone then and he wished he was alone now, if only for the simple fact that he could die knowing Quatre was safe. It doesn’t matter anyway. He draws in another breath, raspy, weak with fatigue and shivers from the cold as he tries to hold it in. The shiver travels through his body, passing into the smaller one he holds close to him like a current of electricity. Despite his best efforts, Quatre is succumbing, his shallow gasps slowing significantly. After another minute, they stop altogether and Trowa squeezes his eyes shut with his last shreds of energy. A tear leaks through, separates, and freezes, and he watches the tiny crystal drift undisturbed through the zero gravity space. After several minutes, he takes his own last breath. His body ices over, fusing to the one in his arms. When they’re finally found, drifting past the far reaches of Jupiter’s orbit, they are dubbed Jalid Indragosti, forever immortalized among the stars. For generations to come, they are given Shakespearean status as the star-crossed lovers who lived and died with a romance that transcended every man-made boundary, inspiring poetry, sonnets, ballads, and countless novels and films. When they died, they breathed life into those who had lost hope, abandoned dreams, and became eternal symbols of promises that are meant to be kept. Of devotion that stands the test of time. Of determination, strength, courage, and perseverance. Their legacy, celestial, written in the stars, would live on in the hearts of those who believe in the miraculous power of love.
~ * ~ Jalid Indragosti ~ Ice Lovers Jalid (Arabic for Ice) |
