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Angel and Flowery Lady Into The Sunset by Aramat&Sariel5evar

Pride Records, Sariel, Aramat,

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Romance, Sunsets, Holding Hands, Pointless Smoop, Leave me alone I write what I like, Not paying attention to Sawbones, What's Up With That

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What was it that brought them together, to be united in this perfect love?

It all started when he found himself in mortal danger. He truly feared that his life would end that day, but Aramat was his unexpected savior. From then on, he cared about her with every fiber of his being, but Aramat switched from warmth to coldness in a flash, struggling with her inner anguish. But he was there for her no matter how many times she tried to push him away. That was how it was to this very day.

Yes. He often reflected upon that day with fondness. It was a day that had changed his life, after all.

Sariel, a rebellious man of remarkable acheivement, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the ocean-colored water with his unique cement-colored globes. His silver hair rustled lightly in the ocean breeze. He tried to keep still despite his impatient excitement as he hummed "Iris" to himself. He wore a cinereal suit with a pale button-down shirt peeking out around his neck, and a pair of dusky slacks. His leaden coiffure brushed against his earlobes, complementing his rebellious pearly visage. For a moment, he absorbed herself in these thoughts, of him, and Aramat.

Sariel's cinereal spheres spotted Aramat further down on the beach, closer to the roaring sea. Her lovely hair rippled behind her in a rose wave. Her orbs were turned toward the ocean, hidden from Sariel's sight, but he knew and loved their despairing khaki hue. She was dressed in refined garb befitting her station. She had a generously curvaceous bubble-gum-flushed lily-white form. As Sariel drew nearer, he caught a note of her familiar scent that brought yellowed pages to mind. He smiled to himself. It always reminded him of the time they shared. "Aramat," he called, walking towards her.

She glanced back at Sariel before again returning her toast-colored gaze to the water. "Sariel," she whispered.

Sariel smirked. "Good to see you. C'mon." They began their leisurely walk along the ocean's edge. Aramat was as silent as death as they made tracks along the sand. Unable to stand the awkward silence, Sariel started their conversation with,

"How are you these days?"

A flicker passed across her windows to her soul before she hoarsely murmured, "I'm fine."

"Aramat." His voice was uncharacteristically serious. "You're really fine?" Aramat swallowed and said nothing.

For a few moments they were quiet again. He thought about Aramat, about that one time he'd messed up once too much, and it was Aramat who saved his life. All throughout that time since then he had gotten the feeling that Aramat had bottled up more pain than she ever let on. That only ever made things worse. Sariel glanced over at her. Her orbs were hidden behind the torrent of her cherry locks. "Come on," he tried again, "I mean, look. Look at all this." He pointed out over the glittering sea, and Aramat cast her lachrymose gaze dispiritedly in the direction he was pointing.

"What is it?" she murmured.

"All this open space stretching forever. The smell of salt and the cry of gulls. It makes me feel free, like nothing else. Come on. Let it out, get it off your chest. It's too beautiful here to be moping." All of a sudden, Aramat turned sharply away and continued down the shoreline alone. "Hey! Wait."

"Nothing is beautiful," she whispered. Sariel caught up to her and turned her about by the shoulder. She turned her face away, but he saw that she was crying. "Sariel... I'm already bound to another, I'm always reliving that day, and I'm a freak. How could you... how could *anyone* possibly care about me?"

It was always hard for Sariel to find the right words at times like this. "Hey, Aramat..." Sariel took her into his arms as she wept. "Hey. Sometimes you just have to throw lemons back at life."

After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach again. It seemed to Sariel that something had been bothering Aramat for the last few hours -- or maybe longer than that. Her wretched khaki globes were cast down and away, focused upon nothing in particular.

It really hurt him inside to see her like that. He reached for her, tucked a stray crimson strand behind her ear, and traced a finger across her jawline. "What's wrong, Aramat?"

"Sariel... it's, just..."

Sariel cupped her face in his hands, brushing his lips against her forehead. "You can tell me."

She took a deep breath and gazed into his ashen orbs with a look full of aching sadness, whispering, "I... I keep remembering it.... That day. Sariel, I can't help myself! I don't want to think about it... it hurts, Sariel. But even when I sleep, it comes back to me in my dreams. I can't forget, not for a moment.... Not a moment's peace."

Sariel listened attentively, his eyebrows furrowing at each of Aramat's recounted sorrows. At last, when she finished, a moment of silence passed between them.

She looked so haunted and insecure. He brought her closer in reassurance, only wanting to hold her until the hurt subsided, murmuring, "Aramat... you're not alone. I know what it's like -- it happened to me too. I know that pain. My worst memory... sometimes it still comes back to haunt me. I know it's not easy." Sariel placed his hands on Aramat's shoulders. Aramat's eyes began to redden, and she abruptly pulled him into a fierce embrace. His depths widened at first, but then he too felt overwhelmed by emotion and succumbed to the warmth of her touch.

"You," Aramat whispered, her breath hot on his ear. "As long as you're here, I... I can make it."

"Aramat..." Sariel laid a hand on her shoulder, pushing her lightly so that they parted enough to look each other in the eye. "The truth is, I... feel the same way about you."

"Sariel..." Aramat tilted his head forward, pressing their foreheads together, and whispered, "You... you're in pain, too? You don't have to hide it from me. Please."

"Aramat, it's..." Sariel took a shuddering breath and whispered, "It's... sometimes I wonder about my mother. Where is she now? Is she even alive? Given how things were, I, heh -- I don't even know what it is I want. Sometimes I'm close to accepting that she's gone. Other times... I wonder. I just wonder, and it burns."

Aramat laid a kiss on his jaw and rested her head against his heaving chest as she murmured, "I... Sariel, that's... that's something I've felt too. My mother's absence... sometimes, sometimes I remember it again, and it hurts... just like that. ...You're not alone, Sariel." Aramat brushed her fingertips against Sariel's arm. They held each other as tears trickled down cheeks and dripped onto the shifting sands to be carried away into the sea. With time and soothing embraces, their pain dissipated into a mist swept out by the ocean breeze and into the setting sun.

They basked in each other's quiet companionship for a few moments.

"Mm. Sunset."

Sariel lifted his head at Aramat's words to behold the dying sun's French vermillion radiance. "It's nice."

After a moment of silence, she said quietly and seriously, "It seems fate has been kind to me... just this once."

He clasped her soft hand and murmured in response, "A love this true must be fated to be."

"Hmm," she said only. But when Sariel looked at her, he saw a glimmer of hope in her morose orbs.

Sariel sighed with contentment and brought her closer. He gazed at the beautiful honey-colored rays of the falling sun, thinking about everything that had transpired on this day and all that would pass between them.

"I love you, Aramat."

"I love you too, Sariel."

Their lips met, and smoke-colored strands met cherry ones, aflame in the dying light. The sand was their witness and the rumbling ocean their approving audience, and Aramat, his eternally faithful lover. Sariel thought to himself that nothing could be more perfect in the world.

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