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Am I doing this.
YES I AM.
Give me a prompt and I'll write you a drabble.
The catch is--it has to be for one of my characters or my characters and yours or someone else's you ship them with, whatever. It can be ANYTHING, AU, TYL, first meetings, angst, nice things, etc, as long as it's related to island interactions somehow.Characters are Emiri ( Read more... )
YES I AM.
Give me a prompt and I'll write you a drabble.
The catch is--it has to be for one of my characters or my characters and yours or someone else's you ship them with, whatever. It can be ANYTHING, AU, TYL, first meetings, angst, nice things, etc, as long as it's related to island interactions somehow.Characters are Emiri ( Read more... )
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They're reticent at first, each having entertained thoughts about this. She stares at the redhead blankly, neither angry nor ecstatic nor puzzled, just-- nothing. His own gaze speaks for him, the way one gloved hand rests on the bike as if he needs its support right now. One word can restore.
Or it can ruin.
She takes a single step forward, and that blankness is gone, and she's shaking, so that "Spiky-han" possesses far too many syllables than it should normally have. Her heel never touches the ground; she's poised to react if this meeting doesn't actually exist. If he--
"Fuck," he blurts out, with a reverence not generally reserved for that word, and where Kazuha took one step, Crow takes three-- Crow leaps three, and pulls her into something that's more of a lifeline than a hug. Instinctively, her arms find his neck and his face finds hers, his breath emerging in little hot gasps against her skin, strands of his hair tickling her cheek, the words that drop from his mouth in shaky murmurs. Those words gradually become one word - her name - and he chants it raggedly, while Kazuha's dealing with a lump in her throat the size of Heiji's ego.
They pull back at the same time to restore familiarity: Kazuha takes in the extra inch or so he's grown, the muscle mass he's gained, the unmasked emotion in his gray eyes while he's mapping her face with just the pads of his fingers. They run down the bridge of her nose, trace the lines of her eyebrows and the part of her mouth, trail across her cheekbones, brush underneath her eyes to gather up that tiny bit of moisture gathering there, frame her face in his palms.
"I promised, didn't I?" Crow leans in closer and his smile is the softest she's ever seen it. He tips his head a bit, just enough to come within inches of her mouth. Their breaths meet, intermingle, and Kazuha forces herself to stay still.
(waiting with no result; the onslaught of sobs that catches her unaware with no recollection of why she's crying; the stranger that grabs her shoulder and forces a kiss and the jolt of panic because she almost knows it but she's scared and flings him away; a hoarse whisper to Kaito while he's screaming at her to hold on; Crow and it's always been Crow, hasn't it?)
"Yeah," she says, and it's impossible to hold back now as she leans the rest of the way to brush lips. "You kept it--" But Crow silences the rest.
And Kazuha knows he was worth waiting for, as she's known all along.
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... dammit Kia that was fucking perfect.
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also cdfjkdfjkdfldfklfd thank you ;-;
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