All for a Smile
Title: All for a Smile
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: chinesetakeout
Pairing: Indirect/no names given
Summary: Our thin sweaters aren’t doing anything to protect us, but you insisted we step outside. Just for a moment, you pleaded, knowing I wouldn’t deny you, knowing I couldn’t deny you.
Rating: PG13
Genre: romance, light angst
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: No.
Comments: I'm probably forgotten at this point but, alas, inspiration finally struck.
“It’s cold,” you say, spinning, your tongue out as you attempt in vain to catch some of the few falling snowflakes. They’re one of the reasons we’re cold, but you’re the reason we’re freezing. Our thin sweaters aren’t doing anything to protect us, but you insisted we step outside. Just for a moment, you pleaded, knowing I wouldn’t deny you, knowing I couldn’t deny you. You’re shivering, and I know I’ll have to call it done soon, for you’ve never been the type to willingly be pried from something you adore, from something you love.
Your love, like most if not all things about you, is interchangeable. Your personality changes more than your hair color while your heart is finicky and indecisive, as though it can’t always comprehend the possibility of loving only one. You’re beautiful and positively lovable; I’m a moth next to a butterfly. Like an adolescent teen next to a Vogue model you have a tendency to intimidate me - till you smile at me and it’s so soft, so sincere, that you’re anything but mean and nothing but the gentle person I know and love. You insist you love me as much as I love you - but you say the same thing about the snowflakes when they drift down or the rain when it pours.
But for all your flaws and imperfections, it wouldn’t be inaccurate to say that I love you. I love how when you’re inexplicably happy you’re smile is lopsided, as though you’re too carefree to notice such a small detail. It’s adorable how your tongue subconsciously licks your lower lip when you’re nervous, or in contrast how your teeth nibble the top lip when you’re mad and holding back tears. I’ve seen all your moods and all parts of you; I know that you have a small mole on your lower back, that you hate spicy food but love cinnamon gum. I know all the little details about you that you will never remember about me.
“It is cold, isn’t it?” I finally say, but your attention is already elsewhere. You’re holding a long, wooden stick and you’re kneeling in the snow. A few snowflakes land on it and melt while you write away.
“There,” you say, and it’s impossible to miss the pride in your tone. I expect it to be something cliche, something along the lines of ‘I love you’, but you’ve surprised me - but did I really expect anything less? Snow is pushed aside and dark, frozen dirt is showing in messy and almost illegible letters, but there it is, our two names together, side-by-side. But that’s all there is, and I know why you’ve done this. You’re not sure how we’re going to end or if we even will. It’s like our relationship - open ended and leading into the unknown. Writing anything else would be so final, so formal. I love it, and I tell you so. For a few moments, we stare in silence, before you take my hand and look up at me expectantly.
“If you’re nice,” I say, “I’ll take you out to dinner later.” It’s time for us to go in, for it’s getting colder on this deserted street with only street lights slowly turning on to give any type of warmth. You smile in that lopsided way of yours with more enthusiasm then I could possibly think to muster up due to the chill, my body more numb than anything, making it near impossible to move with grace. But you’re smiling because you know you’re always nice, know I would never deny you even the simplest things.
Because you know I’d do anything to see you smile.
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So it's been a while! No, I am not dead. :)
This idea came from my header. When I saw Kai I thought, 'He looks cold.' And that's where this started. It's my first time writing in this perspective, too.
On top of that, I know no pairing was given, but from the perspective, I kind of imagined it Aoi with someone, but did anyone else feel like it was another couple? Share if you'd like. c:
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: chinesetakeout
Pairing: Indirect/no names given
Summary: Our thin sweaters aren’t doing anything to protect us, but you insisted we step outside. Just for a moment, you pleaded, knowing I wouldn’t deny you, knowing I couldn’t deny you.
Rating: PG13
Genre: romance, light angst
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: No.
Comments: I'm probably forgotten at this point but, alas, inspiration finally struck.
“It’s cold,” you say, spinning, your tongue out as you attempt in vain to catch some of the few falling snowflakes. They’re one of the reasons we’re cold, but you’re the reason we’re freezing. Our thin sweaters aren’t doing anything to protect us, but you insisted we step outside. Just for a moment, you pleaded, knowing I wouldn’t deny you, knowing I couldn’t deny you. You’re shivering, and I know I’ll have to call it done soon, for you’ve never been the type to willingly be pried from something you adore, from something you love.
Your love, like most if not all things about you, is interchangeable. Your personality changes more than your hair color while your heart is finicky and indecisive, as though it can’t always comprehend the possibility of loving only one. You’re beautiful and positively lovable; I’m a moth next to a butterfly. Like an adolescent teen next to a Vogue model you have a tendency to intimidate me - till you smile at me and it’s so soft, so sincere, that you’re anything but mean and nothing but the gentle person I know and love. You insist you love me as much as I love you - but you say the same thing about the snowflakes when they drift down or the rain when it pours.
But for all your flaws and imperfections, it wouldn’t be inaccurate to say that I love you. I love how when you’re inexplicably happy you’re smile is lopsided, as though you’re too carefree to notice such a small detail. It’s adorable how your tongue subconsciously licks your lower lip when you’re nervous, or in contrast how your teeth nibble the top lip when you’re mad and holding back tears. I’ve seen all your moods and all parts of you; I know that you have a small mole on your lower back, that you hate spicy food but love cinnamon gum. I know all the little details about you that you will never remember about me.
“It is cold, isn’t it?” I finally say, but your attention is already elsewhere. You’re holding a long, wooden stick and you’re kneeling in the snow. A few snowflakes land on it and melt while you write away.
“There,” you say, and it’s impossible to miss the pride in your tone. I expect it to be something cliche, something along the lines of ‘I love you’, but you’ve surprised me - but did I really expect anything less? Snow is pushed aside and dark, frozen dirt is showing in messy and almost illegible letters, but there it is, our two names together, side-by-side. But that’s all there is, and I know why you’ve done this. You’re not sure how we’re going to end or if we even will. It’s like our relationship - open ended and leading into the unknown. Writing anything else would be so final, so formal. I love it, and I tell you so. For a few moments, we stare in silence, before you take my hand and look up at me expectantly.
“If you’re nice,” I say, “I’ll take you out to dinner later.” It’s time for us to go in, for it’s getting colder on this deserted street with only street lights slowly turning on to give any type of warmth. You smile in that lopsided way of yours with more enthusiasm then I could possibly think to muster up due to the chill, my body more numb than anything, making it near impossible to move with grace. But you’re smiling because you know you’re always nice, know I would never deny you even the simplest things.
Because you know I’d do anything to see you smile.
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So it's been a while! No, I am not dead. :)
This idea came from my header. When I saw Kai I thought, 'He looks cold.' And that's where this started. It's my first time writing in this perspective, too.
On top of that, I know no pairing was given, but from the perspective, I kind of imagined it Aoi with someone, but did anyone else feel like it was another couple? Share if you'd like. c: