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Title: 7 Things.
Chapter: 7 Short Drabbles of Shinya's P.O.V.
Comment: I posted this on another site months ago but I really like it and it is based on Shinya x Die pairing so why not post it here? :3
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Number one:
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Your hair. How it seems to coat us like a blanket of red snow while laying down on our bed. It’s cold but smooth and silky. As if it’s a part of you that unconsciously protects me without even realising it yourself. I whine to you when you contemplate on getting it cut, resulting on me grabbing you by the face, swarming you with kisses to make you forget such a ridiculous matter. It’s bright and daring colour, making it so different, being eccentric like your personality. It’s just a little thing of you that makes you that one little bit more unique with a thrill.
Number two:
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Have you even noticed how bright your eyes are when you look at me? So warm as if you are burning through my body like a lit cigarette, there again. The stare with those desirable eyes. I love how you look at me, with such emotions flooding deep within your vision, letting me be able to tell what you’re feeling. Those eyes that can’t hide nor lie. No, you can’t bear the thought of holding that on your shoulders. They pierce into my soul without a second glance. Even when I turn away I can feel your eyes still on me but they dance with a smile.
Number three:
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Lips. They look so plush when you apply lipstick before a photo shoot. So full and vibrant in a healthy, heated glow. Do you understand what they do to me? With every kiss, every pucker, my mind goes crazy, my physical being runs wild with the sensation. Just to feel those wonderful lips plant themselves onto my pale skin. How perfectly they form a smile without a care, not another thought, just right. That smile that those lips hold, it shows all. All of you.
Number Four:
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You’re so witty, your laugh that seems to go on forever in a burst on energy making your chest move up and down with the roar coming from your throat. You don’t realise that it’s not the joke you said or made but it’s your voice. I adore your voice so very much, I hope you know that. When I’m upset, you comfort me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear with such a mellow tone, calm and gentle. They say actions are more than words. However it’s how you say those words which matters. Your voice isn’t sharp or on the edge but god it drives me to the edge of pleasure with the freeness and enjoyment you give out. Loud but letting me hear you, letting me know you’re not far.
Number five:
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Gazing at how you move without feeling my stare. I think I’m slightly creepy when I do this but you don’t seem to mind or at all flinch. You’re nostrils expand as you breathe in, chest rising up then falling back down in comfort. Your arm tucked neatly round my waist, fingers stroking my side in a simple gesture of affection showing your brain isn’t completely washed over by the glowing box in front of us. How you quirk a brow at something you don’t understand, a small smirk or pull of the bottom lip when you agree to something the character has said. You really amaze me, do you know that? A human body moves but yours, no, yours has rhythm.
Number six:
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You make me angry sometimes, but something you do or about you makes me forget everything, pushing aside all the anger built up inside me and giving in to your apologies. I still think about what makes me change my mind so quickly while we’re lieing on the bed after a make-up session. Is it your smile, no, your expressions? No, it’s not. it’s something more. That’s when it hit me. When I’m mad at you, you come up to me with your velvety touch, stroking and caressing my arms, hands, hips, all at that one moment. I can’t believe I feel so happy when I see that sparkle in your eyes, knowing full well that I’ve gave in and then we end up in bed or kissing under the back garden tree. Remember those times, Die? Where I would end up crying, running away into the garden and you’d find me under the biggest tree, plucking a flower from it and wipe my tears with it’s petals, leaving the sweet fragrance upon my cheeks. It happened again, I forgave you in an instant, cuddling up together without a care. I’m a fool in love.
Number seven:
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After all the time we’ve spent together, I’ve taken note of all the little things that please me, over take me, make me swoon in your presence. Although I am to number them. One by one with a description, so I can take a look and show you one day. Maybe when that day comes, you’ll turn round with your own notes, ones of me and all that I am. And you wonder why there’s only seven things on my list, eh? Haven’t you heard the rhyme, seven equals heaven. And that’s what loving you is like. Number seven, just like heaven.