Wow, so that is what sleep is...
You know you're sleep deprived when you collapse into bed at nine pm and pass out until five... when the dog starts barking, but you know what? That is a lot of sleep compared to what I've been getting. I may have gotten up at five, but I feel absolutely wonderful. I got up, had some tea, and popped out two more drabbles that have been sitting in my head for a couple days. Don't you love how creative and prolific I've been lately? *lol*
Title: Softer
Pairing: Tohma/Eiri
Genre: Romance/angst
Rating: PG
Notes: No idea when this is set; sometime right before the series, or during it, or right after…
Word count: 220
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Tohma realizes, when he allows himself to think about it, that too much has changed. Nothing between them is easy now, not glances or conversation or moments of silence. Their kisses, when they happen, are tense, their embraces accidental, brought on by misery and alcohol. Tohma knows this, but he can’t seem to make it matter, on those rare occasions when they find each other again.
He runs his hands over the miraculously smooth skin of the beloved face, presses trembling lips there. He knows stubble will cover those smooth cheeks in the morning if, of course, he is still here in the morning. He usually isn’t. But Tohma doesn’t let himself think about that, because with Eiri, he has to live for the stolen moments. For now, the skin beneath his hands is smooth, and the cruel golden eyes are almost tender, even if the taste on his lips is new-cigarettes and beer.
“What are you smiling about now, Seguchi?” The edge is off Eiri’s voice, dulled by alcohol. In this moment, harsh reality is softer.
“You taste like an ashtray,” Tohma teases.
“You don’t have to kiss me,” Eiri grumbles, and those fantastic golden eyes narrow.
“Yes,” Tohma says, a little sadly. “I do.”
Letting go is not something he will ever be strong enough to do.
***
Title: Heartbeat
Characters: Nittle Grasper
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Notes: Noriko’s POV, because as the glue that holds Grasper together, she has the most to lose when it falls apart…
Word count: 189
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Music is alive. It has a heartbeat; Noriko feels it pulsing through her sometimes, quick and excited, slow and lazy, erratic and breathless under their caressing hands. It is in Tohma’s rare, surprising boyish smile as he brings it into existence, letting it out into the light from where it has been sleeping in the back of his mind. Then Ryuichi gives it breath, and on the wings of his voice, it is allowed to fly free.
There is something that builds between the three of them that she has never experienced before. Music has always been alive, but only with them is it hers. They will always be together, Ryuichi says, but when Tohma comes back to them broken, the music’s heartbeat is labored and uneven, the shine dull, and she realizes it is hurting. She holds desperately to both of them, because she knows that there will never be magic without them, that the music’s heartbeat will slow and stop, and it will die. She smiles because she doesn’t want to cry, and begins smoking to calm her nerves, and by then, it is probably too late.
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Enjoy!!!
Title: Softer
Pairing: Tohma/Eiri
Genre: Romance/angst
Rating: PG
Notes: No idea when this is set; sometime right before the series, or during it, or right after…
Word count: 220
***
Tohma realizes, when he allows himself to think about it, that too much has changed. Nothing between them is easy now, not glances or conversation or moments of silence. Their kisses, when they happen, are tense, their embraces accidental, brought on by misery and alcohol. Tohma knows this, but he can’t seem to make it matter, on those rare occasions when they find each other again.
He runs his hands over the miraculously smooth skin of the beloved face, presses trembling lips there. He knows stubble will cover those smooth cheeks in the morning if, of course, he is still here in the morning. He usually isn’t. But Tohma doesn’t let himself think about that, because with Eiri, he has to live for the stolen moments. For now, the skin beneath his hands is smooth, and the cruel golden eyes are almost tender, even if the taste on his lips is new-cigarettes and beer.
“What are you smiling about now, Seguchi?” The edge is off Eiri’s voice, dulled by alcohol. In this moment, harsh reality is softer.
“You taste like an ashtray,” Tohma teases.
“You don’t have to kiss me,” Eiri grumbles, and those fantastic golden eyes narrow.
“Yes,” Tohma says, a little sadly. “I do.”
Letting go is not something he will ever be strong enough to do.
***
Title: Heartbeat
Characters: Nittle Grasper
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Notes: Noriko’s POV, because as the glue that holds Grasper together, she has the most to lose when it falls apart…
Word count: 189
***
Music is alive. It has a heartbeat; Noriko feels it pulsing through her sometimes, quick and excited, slow and lazy, erratic and breathless under their caressing hands. It is in Tohma’s rare, surprising boyish smile as he brings it into existence, letting it out into the light from where it has been sleeping in the back of his mind. Then Ryuichi gives it breath, and on the wings of his voice, it is allowed to fly free.
There is something that builds between the three of them that she has never experienced before. Music has always been alive, but only with them is it hers. They will always be together, Ryuichi says, but when Tohma comes back to them broken, the music’s heartbeat is labored and uneven, the shine dull, and she realizes it is hurting. She holds desperately to both of them, because she knows that there will never be magic without them, that the music’s heartbeat will slow and stop, and it will die. She smiles because she doesn’t want to cry, and begins smoking to calm her nerves, and by then, it is probably too late.
***
Enjoy!!!