Author: Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker's Muse)
Warnings: Do you know how Ep13 ended? Then you know what I'm warning for.
Prompt: 48. Fleeting flame.
Spoilers: Episode 13.
Summary: The warm red against him faded until frozen blue was all that remained.
Author's Notes: These two! I love them, but- *SOBS*
Disclaimer: All characters and the series they come from belong to their creators. Grassy can only lay claim to the fic.
He walked, slow and steady, away from- toward his subordinates. There had been warmth against Reisi's chilled fingers; body and blood, both had been so warm. A warmth unique to one person alone.
(A warmth that could drive a person mad.)
So he'd left it behind, chose the chilled wind and snow; left before that warmth could leech away under his hands. Had forced himself to continue moving no matter what he wanted. Because that- that was to be his own punishment. For not finding a way to save Suoh.
Running the Red King through with his sword had prevented the destruction of a falling Sword of Damocles. Had prevented the loss of hundreds of thousands of lives. It had been the right thing. The just thing. What Suoh Mikoto had wanted.
(That did not mean a part of Reisi hadn't died with the other King.)
The blood dried cold and sticky on his fingers.