DRABBLE: Gentler Kisses (PG)
Title: Gentler Kisses
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Vague, but let's put it at Ravenclaws, although it could work with another pairing I like.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 150 words--me and my love affair with the exact
Summary: There were gentler kisses now.
Additional Notes: For the fanfic100 challenge, for the prompt Taste. I haven't written properly in ages so this is a little. Meh. Unexpected, I guess. I was trying to write something else.
There were kisses that burned his lips and marked his skin long after they first claimed him territory. There were kisses that haunted him long after they'd gone, kisses from a wide-eyed boy with messy hair and goofy grins, now a lonely boy with delicate wrists and soft lips and kisses that lingered. There were kisses that he remembered, kisses that he missed, kisses from the boy he loved who thought love wasn't enough.
There were kisses he learned to forget, kisses he learned to replace with kind smiles and shy hellos, hesitant pauses that eased back into years of friendship and light banter with the same wide-eyed boy who kissed his heart to pieces.
There were gentler kisses now because they meant nothing and, in being so, broke nothing. They were too fragile to break anymore, the boys and their kisses.
But one kiss might have made them whole.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Vague, but let's put it at Ravenclaws, although it could work with another pairing I like.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 150 words--me and my love affair with the exact
Summary: There were gentler kisses now.
Additional Notes: For the fanfic100 challenge, for the prompt Taste. I haven't written properly in ages so this is a little. Meh. Unexpected, I guess. I was trying to write something else.
There were kisses that burned his lips and marked his skin long after they first claimed him territory. There were kisses that haunted him long after they'd gone, kisses from a wide-eyed boy with messy hair and goofy grins, now a lonely boy with delicate wrists and soft lips and kisses that lingered. There were kisses that he remembered, kisses that he missed, kisses from the boy he loved who thought love wasn't enough.
There were kisses he learned to forget, kisses he learned to replace with kind smiles and shy hellos, hesitant pauses that eased back into years of friendship and light banter with the same wide-eyed boy who kissed his heart to pieces.
There were gentler kisses now because they meant nothing and, in being so, broke nothing. They were too fragile to break anymore, the boys and their kisses.
But one kiss might have made them whole.