Aging Branches [1/1]
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ahiru_duck
Type: AU Fanfic
Genre: Sad?
Rating: G or PG
Pairing: One-sided Fakir to Ahiru
Summary: "He once knew a girl..."
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but fanart is always welcome. Haha.
He lives on a patchy hill that looks over the long forgotten town of Nördlingen. His arms are thin yet strong, however began to gray with age. Each year his hair would grow and change with the season.
He knows those days of children and lovers admiring his base and branches were ending. Much like the town, he has become ancient history.
All he had was memories of those days when children swing from his solid arms and lovers would moan upon his rough base. Through all the memories that were acted out on this hill, he will never forget her part.
She was a petite girl with an even smaller voice. Every day when the school bells chimed its outdated tune, he could see her fumbling up the hill with her broken leather strap that held her second-hand texts. With every sway, there formed a new bruise upon her knees. He often dreamt of kissing those knees, as she lay— vulnerable—at his roots.
He misses those days when she told him secrets and how much she rambled about nothing for hours until the sun began to set.
She would always say, “Fakir…,” she simply called him, “Did you know…?” Of course, he knew—he was always listening.
She seemed to always have something to say about the simplest things and he would always listen (he never needed to respond). Each day, as she appeared to tell her story about whoever or whatever, he noticed she became less like a girl and more like a woman… This woman became a mother … Then a grandmother…
Subsequently, she became a memory.
Therefore, here he stands on a hill, graying and brittle as he watches his leaves begin to wither and his bark crack as the chill sets in.
As he prepares for another long winter in this forgotten town shrouded in monochrome memories, he prays this would be his last.
ahiru_duckType: AU Fanfic
Genre: Sad?
Rating: G or PG
Pairing: One-sided Fakir to Ahiru
Summary: "He once knew a girl..."
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but fanart is always welcome. Haha.
He lives on a patchy hill that looks over the long forgotten town of Nördlingen. His arms are thin yet strong, however began to gray with age. Each year his hair would grow and change with the season.
He knows those days of children and lovers admiring his base and branches were ending. Much like the town, he has become ancient history.
All he had was memories of those days when children swing from his solid arms and lovers would moan upon his rough base. Through all the memories that were acted out on this hill, he will never forget her part.
She was a petite girl with an even smaller voice. Every day when the school bells chimed its outdated tune, he could see her fumbling up the hill with her broken leather strap that held her second-hand texts. With every sway, there formed a new bruise upon her knees. He often dreamt of kissing those knees, as she lay— vulnerable—at his roots.
He misses those days when she told him secrets and how much she rambled about nothing for hours until the sun began to set.
She would always say, “Fakir…,” she simply called him, “Did you know…?” Of course, he knew—he was always listening.
She seemed to always have something to say about the simplest things and he would always listen (he never needed to respond). Each day, as she appeared to tell her story about whoever or whatever, he noticed she became less like a girl and more like a woman… This woman became a mother … Then a grandmother…
Subsequently, she became a memory.
Therefore, here he stands on a hill, graying and brittle as he watches his leaves begin to wither and his bark crack as the chill sets in.
As he prepares for another long winter in this forgotten town shrouded in monochrome memories, he prays this would be his last.