'Pistol Star' - [Uruha/Hiroto] 1/1
Title: Pistol Star
Pairing: Uruha/Hiroto
Genre: Romance
Synopsis: In which they make fingerprints on the moon when the sheets are cold.
Notes: Request-fic for "anonymous" over on tumblr :)
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i.
He’s a quiet wonder - silent constellations on his lips, ursa major between his callused fingertips that trace the soft dip of Hiroto’s cheek. The same calluses as him; the scars of creating worlds far from caged stratosphere and so close to here -
along the goosebumps of his collarbone
when Hiroto presses forget-me-nots against
each sun-dappled freckle and roseate blush of having said too much.
And when Uruha sinks into insomnia, Hiroto watches through the camera lens, capturing each moonless breath in black-and-white film - little reminders of what they have-are-will-be. The memory of pillowcase bruises and gasping confessions to falling stars -
ii.
“Please - ”
“I need - ”
You.
iii.
The sheets are cold and Uruha presses chapped, quiet lips to Hiroto’s trembling mouth
Because he’s still murmuring words and half-declarations,
still feels Uruha’s hand spread across his shoulder blade,
when the elder whispers softly, promises - “Me too.”
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A/N: I had some fun with formatting XD
Hope you all enjoyed!
Pairing: Uruha/Hiroto
Genre: Romance
Synopsis: In which they make fingerprints on the moon when the sheets are cold.
Notes: Request-fic for "anonymous" over on tumblr :)
:.:.:
:.:.:
i.
He’s a quiet wonder - silent constellations on his lips, ursa major between his callused fingertips that trace the soft dip of Hiroto’s cheek. The same calluses as him; the scars of creating worlds far from caged stratosphere and so close to here -
along the goosebumps of his collarbone
when Hiroto presses forget-me-nots against
each sun-dappled freckle and roseate blush of having said too much.
And when Uruha sinks into insomnia, Hiroto watches through the camera lens, capturing each moonless breath in black-and-white film - little reminders of what they have-are-will-be. The memory of pillowcase bruises and gasping confessions to falling stars -
ii.
“Please - ”
“I need - ”
You.
iii.
The sheets are cold and Uruha presses chapped, quiet lips to Hiroto’s trembling mouth
Because he’s still murmuring words and half-declarations,
still feels Uruha’s hand spread across his shoulder blade,
when the elder whispers softly, promises - “Me too.”
:.:.:
A/N: I had some fun with formatting XD
Hope you all enjoyed!