A gift!
TWO Tohma/Eiri drabbles for tsukizu, because she needs a smile.
Title: Distraction
Rating: G
Word count: 111
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His classmates stare when Tohma comes to pick him up from school. He leans against the gate, his hat low over his eyes, his coat sweeping down his graceful, lean body to brush at the pavement. The girl sitting closest to the window sighs, one of her friends giggles hysterically, and no one is paying attention to the teacher any longer.
The bell rings, and he runs down the stairs with his coat unbuttoned, out into the winter sunshine, and, because he can, straight into the warm circle of Tohma’s arms. The wind picks up the hat and it skitters away across the pavement. People stare. They laugh; it doesn’t matter.
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Title: Music
Rating: G
Word count: 104
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He caresses the keys of the piano as he would a lover. The sunlight pools on the floor around him and makes a halo around his tousled blond head. The notes come, soft and seductive, flowing like magic from those talented fingers. His eyes are closed as the music passes through him, filling the air with its presence.
When Eiri sees him like this, he sometimes forgets how to breathe. His bare feet are silent on the sun-warmed wood of the floor as he comes closer. He settles on the piano bench, head resting on Tohma’s shoulder, and the music pours into him, too.
Title: Distraction
Rating: G
Word count: 111
***
His classmates stare when Tohma comes to pick him up from school. He leans against the gate, his hat low over his eyes, his coat sweeping down his graceful, lean body to brush at the pavement. The girl sitting closest to the window sighs, one of her friends giggles hysterically, and no one is paying attention to the teacher any longer.
The bell rings, and he runs down the stairs with his coat unbuttoned, out into the winter sunshine, and, because he can, straight into the warm circle of Tohma’s arms. The wind picks up the hat and it skitters away across the pavement. People stare. They laugh; it doesn’t matter.
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Title: Music
Rating: G
Word count: 104
***
He caresses the keys of the piano as he would a lover. The sunlight pools on the floor around him and makes a halo around his tousled blond head. The notes come, soft and seductive, flowing like magic from those talented fingers. His eyes are closed as the music passes through him, filling the air with its presence.
When Eiri sees him like this, he sometimes forgets how to breathe. His bare feet are silent on the sun-warmed wood of the floor as he comes closer. He settles on the piano bench, head resting on Tohma’s shoulder, and the music pours into him, too.