Confessions and Domesticity
Title: Confessions and Domesticity
Author/Artist: dappledwings
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Belarus/Hong Kong
Rating: PG, really.
Warnings: Completely unbeta'd drabblefic.
Summary: Prompt from kinkmeme prompt generator. Their life.
Words: 251
Belarus cleans while Hong Kong is out. They have their different people to answer to, and it seems an unlikely combination. But somehow, they came together, to this arrangement. It suits them, no matter what people might think.
Ivan was disapproving of the combination for some reason, but he gave in and allowed them to live like they do. It is a small corner of the world for them, but it is what gives them even the smallest pleasures.
The kettle boils, whistling cheerfully while Belarus prepares a small teapot, ready for Hong Kong’s return. It is odd that she is playing the housewife, but after her long fascination with marriage, it is not truly a surprise.
When he returns, she places a kiss upon his cheek, and they settle on opposite sides of the room, him solemnly drinking tea, while she relaxes with alcohol. They will keep their eyes on each other, throughout the comfortable silence. They consider, alone, how the other has changed their life.
“I’m not sure I’ve changed for the better.” Belarus admits at night, in bed, when they curl round each other.
Hong Kong will brush away her hair and whisper words, sweet nothings, in her ear, knowing she will pretend he is her Brother once more. Knowing that no matter how much she changes, she will never stop pretending.
Maybe they will drift apart, never fully whole anyway. But Hong Kong reflects that these moments, when they hold each other quietly, make their life worthwhile.
Author/Artist: dappledwings
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Belarus/Hong Kong
Rating: PG, really.
Warnings: Completely unbeta'd drabblefic.
Summary: Prompt from kinkmeme prompt generator. Their life.
Words: 251
Belarus cleans while Hong Kong is out. They have their different people to answer to, and it seems an unlikely combination. But somehow, they came together, to this arrangement. It suits them, no matter what people might think.
Ivan was disapproving of the combination for some reason, but he gave in and allowed them to live like they do. It is a small corner of the world for them, but it is what gives them even the smallest pleasures.
The kettle boils, whistling cheerfully while Belarus prepares a small teapot, ready for Hong Kong’s return. It is odd that she is playing the housewife, but after her long fascination with marriage, it is not truly a surprise.
When he returns, she places a kiss upon his cheek, and they settle on opposite sides of the room, him solemnly drinking tea, while she relaxes with alcohol. They will keep their eyes on each other, throughout the comfortable silence. They consider, alone, how the other has changed their life.
“I’m not sure I’ve changed for the better.” Belarus admits at night, in bed, when they curl round each other.
Hong Kong will brush away her hair and whisper words, sweet nothings, in her ear, knowing she will pretend he is her Brother once more. Knowing that no matter how much she changes, she will never stop pretending.
Maybe they will drift apart, never fully whole anyway. But Hong Kong reflects that these moments, when they hold each other quietly, make their life worthwhile.