Ship/Member: Seokmin/Minghao Major Tags: Implied Character Death Additional Tags: evangelion-inspired mecha au, confessions never spoken out loud, au-typical violence Permission to remix: Yes WC: exactly 400 <3
i’ve never watched nge but i bastardised some of what i know from friends and used it here. i know the prompt was already filled but it really gave me brainworms…
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The thing about love in the face of war is that there’s no point in telling someone you love them if neither of you are alive to hear it. Minghao sees it like this: first you save the world. Then you give someone your heart.
Most people die before they ever get to that part. He’s not stupid, but he is superstitious, helplessly afraid that if he ever says it out loud they’ll be doomed the next deployment out, consigned to martyrdom. The important part here isn’t the tragedy of their youth, it’s the dying: Minghao doesn’t want that. He wants Seokmin to stay alive. He wants to stay alive. He wants to stay alive so badly that when the Angel barrels towards him he keeps his eyes wide open as he jams his sword through its chest, no finesse, all animal fear; keeps his eyes wide open as the Angel in its death throes screams and screams and the world beyond his cockpit disappears into searing light, white-hot flame, the smell of burning flesh.
They heal his eyes but they don’t wipe the blood off his face. Seokmin’s the one who finds him kneeling in the grass, watching crimson drip from his jaw and fall to the blades below like raindrops. He hasn’t glanced in a mirror but he knows what he must look like: blood carving tear tracks down his cheeks, arms spotted with bruises from where he’d writhed in the hospital bed and they’d had to hold him down long enough to repair the retinal damage.
Behind him Seokmin bends down to wrap him in an embrace, rests his head on Minghao’s shoulder, kisses the side of his head. Minghao clings to the arms around him and shakes so violently it hurts.
In the cockpit of the mech that’ll be his grave Seokmin hits a button and his voice crackles over the radio. Minghao looks up.
“Myungho,” Seokmin says. “I want you to know. I really—“
“Don’t say it,” Minghao begs. “Not now.” He listens to the way Seokmin’s breath catches in his throat. “Tell me when we come back?”
“Okay,” Seokmin says, and Minghao can hear the wan smile in his voice. “I will.”
You need to come back. Seokmin, do you hear me? You need to come back. I haven’t told you anything yet. I haven’t even told you anything. Seokmin. Seokmin!
[FILL] and then sorrow comes forth
Major Tags: Implied Character Death
Additional Tags: evangelion-inspired mecha au, confessions never spoken out loud, au-typical violence
Permission to remix: Yes
WC: exactly 400 <3
i’ve never watched nge but i bastardised some of what i know from friends and used it here. i know the prompt was already filled but it really gave me brainworms…
***
The thing about love in the face of war is that there’s no point in telling someone you love them if neither of you are alive to hear it. Minghao sees it like this: first you save the world. Then you give someone your heart.
Most people die before they ever get to that part. He’s not stupid, but he is superstitious, helplessly afraid that if he ever says it out loud they’ll be doomed the next deployment out, consigned to martyrdom. The important part here isn’t the tragedy of their youth, it’s the dying: Minghao doesn’t want that. He wants Seokmin to stay alive. He wants to stay alive. He wants to stay alive so badly that when the Angel barrels towards him he keeps his eyes wide open as he jams his sword through its chest, no finesse, all animal fear; keeps his eyes wide open as the Angel in its death throes screams and screams and the world beyond his cockpit disappears into searing light, white-hot flame, the smell of burning flesh.
They heal his eyes but they don’t wipe the blood off his face. Seokmin’s the one who finds him kneeling in the grass, watching crimson drip from his jaw and fall to the blades below like raindrops. He hasn’t glanced in a mirror but he knows what he must look like: blood carving tear tracks down his cheeks, arms spotted with bruises from where he’d writhed in the hospital bed and they’d had to hold him down long enough to repair the retinal damage.
Behind him Seokmin bends down to wrap him in an embrace, rests his head on Minghao’s shoulder, kisses the side of his head. Minghao clings to the arms around him and shakes so violently it hurts.
In the cockpit of the mech that’ll be his grave Seokmin hits a button and his voice crackles over the radio. Minghao looks up.
“Myungho,” Seokmin says. “I want you to know. I really—“
“Don’t say it,” Minghao begs. “Not now.” He listens to the way Seokmin’s breath catches in his throat. “Tell me when we come back?”
“Okay,” Seokmin says, and Minghao can hear the wan smile in his voice. “I will.”
You need to come back. Seokmin, do you hear me? You need to come back. I haven’t told you anything yet. I haven’t even told you anything. Seokmin. Seokmin!