#sedateshipping

For the fanfiction contest, round 9 3/4.

Shizuka leaned back against the body behind her, hard but comfortable. She smiled as she felt an arm wrap itself around her shoulders, the familiar metal that adorned it cool against her skin. She shifted beside him, turning and placing her feet on the other side of Malik’s legs. She reached up a hand and ran it over the contours of his face, smooth to the touch. A smile was tugging at his lips; she could tell by the creases that were forming around his eyes. “What do you see right now?” Shizuka asked Malik, her voice barely rising above a whisper. There was a small tug in the corner of her mind, familiar by now. The door opened and light flooded in. There she was, curled into a muscled bronze arm, her face turned upward with a smile of its own. Her eyes were closed, as always, incapable of true sight. Shizuka watched as her expression lost just a little of its luster. She wished she wasn’t so reliant upon the mysterious magical powers of the man who held her to catch real glimpses of the world around her. There were times when she wondered if she confused this reliance for love, that it was all that kept her by his side. Shizuka watched the arm around her shoulders pull her closer, as the hand cupped beneath her chin. Her face drew closer and then the world turned black as Malik’s lips pressed softly against hers for a brief moment. Sight did not return to Shizuka as he pulled away, the door closing behind his presence. She felt Malik lift her legs, listened as he stood from the couch on which they had been reclining together. “Where are you going?” she asked, hating the hint of pleading that came through with her question. Shizuka stood and followed his footsteps—he was barefooted on the carpet, she could tell—until she heard the door close in front of her. She placed her hand against the wood and followed the edge of the frame until she found the handle, tried to turn it, but it was locked. Shizuka returned to the couch and lay down, wondering what secret Malik was keeping, and how much that secret depended upon her blindness.

Sedateshipping