[FIC] The Things That Stay (Fushigi Yuugi for Piper-sama)
Title: The Things That Stay.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fushigi Yuugi
Pairing: Tamahome/Hotohori
Request: For Piper-sama.
Details here: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fic_on_demand/459780.html
Discalimer: Not mine.
Notes: I think these three are my last dash at this, I don't think I have the time or the right muses to attempt the few others I may be able to tackle ^^. I am really quite unfamiliar with much of the FY canon, so please excuse any glaring mistakes. Hopefully, there shouldn't be all that many given the length of the piece, but touch wood. I could actually see myself getting into this pairing, as it could be really all sorts of interesting. I'm generally more of a Keisuke fangirl, however ...
Even when it’s all over, Tamahome finds that there are some things that still stay with him. He never quite forgets the tang of summer, free of pollution and noise, nor the way the southern winds would sweep clean, fresh air in from sea. This new world has its advantages, one of which is just as sweet and gentle as the spring blossoms, and as determined and wild with enthusiasm as youthful deer. She makes even the dark, twisting streets and endless noise seem somehow vibrant, and undiluted excitement battles against the hollow feeling of loss for the only world he has ever known.
When he dreams of home, and he dreams of home each night that he doesn’t dream of Miaka, there are roguish smiles and rough nights, and harsh beers that burn a trail of fire all the way down to his stomach. He expects each of those aspects of his past, welcomes them all, knowing that denying them would be to deny a part of himself that is still there, even if he himself is not. But there are small things, little things, inconsequential things, that he finds he recalls in a vivid detail that belies his nature. Silky strands that fall over quiet eyes, a commanding tone that never loses its warmth. In dreams where there is roughness and battles, Hotohori makes little sense.
But Hotohori is there, all the same. And Tamahome finds this dream Hotohori hypnotic, surely more beautiful and elegant now than he ever truly was, or perhaps Tamahome simply failed to ever look in the past. In this new world where everything glitters but nothing seems sacred, Hotohori slips into his thoughts even when he is awake. He misses the other man, painfully misses him.
It would be easier if Tamahome simply missed him. Memories are meant to be missed; they’re figments that should be treated with reverence but slowly moved on from. But as he finds himself able to become more familiar with Hotohori now that there are not things such as status and position keeping them at a friendly length, Tamahome discovers things about Hotohori that he somehow missed. The humor that slipped in at subtle moments, the sadness that was hidden beneath formality and duty.
And it would be easier if Tamahome simply missed him, instead of longing for his gentle eyes, needing his intelligence and wisdom. Desiring every inch of his perfect, perfect skin. There is nothing now that lies between them, nothing but death and love and a fate that played out as neither of them had planned. It’s a fate that has brought him here and has brought Miaka to him, and it’s a fate he is not entirely sure he would change.
When he doesn’t dream of Hotohori, he dreams of Miaka.
But, as sirens roar unchallenged through the streets and this world slowly starts to lose its shine, he dreams of Hotohori more.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fushigi Yuugi
Pairing: Tamahome/Hotohori
Request: For Piper-sama.
Details here: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fic_on_demand/459780.html
Discalimer: Not mine.
Notes: I think these three are my last dash at this, I don't think I have the time or the right muses to attempt the few others I may be able to tackle ^^. I am really quite unfamiliar with much of the FY canon, so please excuse any glaring mistakes. Hopefully, there shouldn't be all that many given the length of the piece, but touch wood. I could actually see myself getting into this pairing, as it could be really all sorts of interesting. I'm generally more of a Keisuke fangirl, however ...
Even when it’s all over, Tamahome finds that there are some things that still stay with him. He never quite forgets the tang of summer, free of pollution and noise, nor the way the southern winds would sweep clean, fresh air in from sea. This new world has its advantages, one of which is just as sweet and gentle as the spring blossoms, and as determined and wild with enthusiasm as youthful deer. She makes even the dark, twisting streets and endless noise seem somehow vibrant, and undiluted excitement battles against the hollow feeling of loss for the only world he has ever known.
When he dreams of home, and he dreams of home each night that he doesn’t dream of Miaka, there are roguish smiles and rough nights, and harsh beers that burn a trail of fire all the way down to his stomach. He expects each of those aspects of his past, welcomes them all, knowing that denying them would be to deny a part of himself that is still there, even if he himself is not. But there are small things, little things, inconsequential things, that he finds he recalls in a vivid detail that belies his nature. Silky strands that fall over quiet eyes, a commanding tone that never loses its warmth. In dreams where there is roughness and battles, Hotohori makes little sense.
But Hotohori is there, all the same. And Tamahome finds this dream Hotohori hypnotic, surely more beautiful and elegant now than he ever truly was, or perhaps Tamahome simply failed to ever look in the past. In this new world where everything glitters but nothing seems sacred, Hotohori slips into his thoughts even when he is awake. He misses the other man, painfully misses him.
It would be easier if Tamahome simply missed him. Memories are meant to be missed; they’re figments that should be treated with reverence but slowly moved on from. But as he finds himself able to become more familiar with Hotohori now that there are not things such as status and position keeping them at a friendly length, Tamahome discovers things about Hotohori that he somehow missed. The humor that slipped in at subtle moments, the sadness that was hidden beneath formality and duty.
And it would be easier if Tamahome simply missed him, instead of longing for his gentle eyes, needing his intelligence and wisdom. Desiring every inch of his perfect, perfect skin. There is nothing now that lies between them, nothing but death and love and a fate that played out as neither of them had planned. It’s a fate that has brought him here and has brought Miaka to him, and it’s a fate he is not entirely sure he would change.
When he doesn’t dream of Hotohori, he dreams of Miaka.
But, as sirens roar unchallenged through the streets and this world slowly starts to lose its shine, he dreams of Hotohori more.