Gundam00 - A Room of White
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squeaklingsTitle: A Room of White
Wordcount: 219
Fandom: Gundam00
Rating: G
Warnings: References pasts and also post-series, but is mostly introspection. I played fast and loose with Allelujah's childhood, but I don't think it explicitly goes against canon.
Summary: Allelujah's thoughts on Marie.
He was never fond of white. White was the walls of the lab, of the scientists’ coats and of his own clothing. White was harsh and glaring and always meant pain.
But white was also the color of her hair—or close to it, anyway, with the bright lights shining on her glass case and her blank, unseeing eyes. He never really thought of protecting anything before then, before that one small cry drew his attention to a stark white room, but he knew he wanted to protect her no matter how much the white frightened him.
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He watches her now, her hair glowing almost golden in the setting sun of the mountains. She turns to look at him and smiles, and he returns the gesture as he reaches out to run his fingers through the long silver strands. She closes her eyes and leans into the touch, gentle and soft with him when he knows there’s so much more to her.
And when they lie together, her hair a mess across his bare chest, and the moonlight shining through the small window of their bedroom, he is so very grateful for the girl that gave him a reason to smile in a room of white, and for the woman that gives him a reason to keep going.
Wordcount: 219
Fandom: Gundam00
Rating: G
Warnings: References pasts and also post-series, but is mostly introspection. I played fast and loose with Allelujah's childhood, but I don't think it explicitly goes against canon.
Summary: Allelujah's thoughts on Marie.
He was never fond of white. White was the walls of the lab, of the scientists’ coats and of his own clothing. White was harsh and glaring and always meant pain.
But white was also the color of her hair—or close to it, anyway, with the bright lights shining on her glass case and her blank, unseeing eyes. He never really thought of protecting anything before then, before that one small cry drew his attention to a stark white room, but he knew he wanted to protect her no matter how much the white frightened him.
-
He watches her now, her hair glowing almost golden in the setting sun of the mountains. She turns to look at him and smiles, and he returns the gesture as he reaches out to run his fingers through the long silver strands. She closes her eyes and leans into the touch, gentle and soft with him when he knows there’s so much more to her.
And when they lie together, her hair a mess across his bare chest, and the moonlight shining through the small window of their bedroom, he is so very grateful for the girl that gave him a reason to smile in a room of white, and for the woman that gives him a reason to keep going.
