Drabble: Tuesday, 4:34 (Tsuzuki, YnM)
Tuesday, 4:34
A Yami no Matsuei Drabble
By Dorian Gray
AN: Written March, 2007 for animadri.
Stripes of sunlight fan across the wall, the air heavy with afternoon heat, the sheet kicked aside. Moving apart is more comfortable.
Tsuzuki wonders what it's like for Hisoka; if the touch of hands and mouths pulls in traces of him -- wonders if they're ugly, painful like swallowing down shards; or maybe gentle, easy as breathing in the imperceptible taint of illness.
The room's golden with afternoon light. He feels Hisoka's hand brush along his arm, contact delicate and unacknowledged as a cat wandering close enough to twine momentarily around his legs before jumping, neatly, unconcerned, onto a sunlit rail.
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A Yami no Matsuei Drabble
By Dorian Gray
AN: Written March, 2007 for animadri.
Stripes of sunlight fan across the wall, the air heavy with afternoon heat, the sheet kicked aside. Moving apart is more comfortable.
Tsuzuki wonders what it's like for Hisoka; if the touch of hands and mouths pulls in traces of him -- wonders if they're ugly, painful like swallowing down shards; or maybe gentle, easy as breathing in the imperceptible taint of illness.
The room's golden with afternoon light. He feels Hisoka's hand brush along his arm, contact delicate and unacknowledged as a cat wandering close enough to twine momentarily around his legs before jumping, neatly, unconcerned, onto a sunlit rail.
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