You Belong To Me [A Really Crappy Brant-x-Ike / Onii-x-Sawyer Songfic]
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Two weeks . . . Two weeks without seeing her face, hearing her voice. Just the camera she left him. It was starting to run out of batteries . . . Onii sighed heavily, looking up at the moon he wondered if their two different worlds shared.
See the pyramids around the Nile Watch the sun rise From the tropic isle Just remember darling All the while You belong to me
Two weeks . . . Two weeks without feeling his arms around her, holding her tight, hearing him wish her good night in that dusky voice of his. Just the tunic he gave her. It was starting to loose his scent . . . Sawyer sighed heavily, and stared at the night stars, wondering if he was looking at the same sight.
See the market place In old Algiers Send me photographs and souvenirs Just remember When a dream appears You belong to me
They tried writing each other letters and dropping them over the now devastated Fourth Wall in witches woods . . . They only plopped on the other side. Sawyer sighed and stared at her letter.
And I'll be so alone without you she thought, depressed . . . Maybe you'll be lonesome too Onii pondered, reaching over to retrieve the letter she’ll never see.
Two weeks . . . Two weeks without seeing his chest rise and fall as he slept, without hearing him gasp with each gentle touch. Just the long head band he had given him. It’s color was starting to fade . . . Brant sighed heavily, and stared at the rising sun, wondering if Ike had shared his sleepless vigil.
Fly the ocean In a silver plane See the jungle When it's wet with rain Just remember till You're home again You belong to me
Two weeks . . . Two weeks without feeling his breath on his neck while he pretended to be asleep, without breaking through his shields to find tenderness. Just the final kiss he had given him. It was starting to loose its numbing affect . . . Ike sighed heavily, and stared at the morning sky, wondering if Brant/Tundra got a decent knight’s sleep.
Oh I'll be so alone without you Brant wrote, in the countless letters he’d never send. Maybe you'll be lonesome too Ike reasoned, trying to put into words what he was feeling, and failing.
That last night, so many things were claimed . . . And so many firsts were shared . . . And so many . . . Lasts . . .
Fly the ocean In a silver plane See the jungle When it's wet with rain Just remember till You're home again Youbelongtome