TadashixRyuutarou; 020. Fear
Title: [un]breaking
Author: narcomanic
Pairing / Band: TadashixRyuutarou / Plastic Tree
Theme: 020. Fear
Rating: G
A/N: A weird drabble. Lots of.. Ryuutarou-centric imagery from Tadashi's POV. Yeah. Comments?
Sometimes Tadashi is afraid of touching Ryuutarou.
Afraid that if he reaches with his hand, makes contact, Ryuutarou will break like an empty shell. That the seemingly soft and warm skin, the angelic face is all just a thin surface, like a flimsy cover over a black hole. When broken it would open up into endless space Tadashi thinks he can see glinting behind those dark eyes, open up and swallow him whole.
'Tadashi.'
Ryuutarou is waiting, looking at him. Light years away dark eyes fixed on Tadashi's and he moves forward. Reaches.
His hand touches Ryuutarou's shoulder, the touch slightly bony because the vocalist just is too damn thin, the skin radiating warmness through the material of his shirt. He doesn't break.
Eyes looking down at Tadashi, almost a rhetorical question not voiced aloud.
'Well what did you expect?'
Author: narcomanic
Pairing / Band: TadashixRyuutarou / Plastic Tree
Theme: 020. Fear
Rating: G
A/N: A weird drabble. Lots of.. Ryuutarou-centric imagery from Tadashi's POV. Yeah. Comments?
Sometimes Tadashi is afraid of touching Ryuutarou.
Afraid that if he reaches with his hand, makes contact, Ryuutarou will break like an empty shell. That the seemingly soft and warm skin, the angelic face is all just a thin surface, like a flimsy cover over a black hole. When broken it would open up into endless space Tadashi thinks he can see glinting behind those dark eyes, open up and swallow him whole.
'Tadashi.'
Ryuutarou is waiting, looking at him. Light years away dark eyes fixed on Tadashi's and he moves forward. Reaches.
His hand touches Ryuutarou's shoulder, the touch slightly bony because the vocalist just is too damn thin, the skin radiating warmness through the material of his shirt. He doesn't break.
Eyes looking down at Tadashi, almost a rhetorical question not voiced aloud.
'Well what did you expect?'