I hope you like this ;w; I cliched it all to hell though.
It’s too obvious. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he just stares into nothing. He’ll fall asleep with the softest, cutest smile and I know that he’s dreaming of them. I know when he let’s out a quiet sigh that he’s recalling one of those dreams. When he stares into the sky as if he’s drifting on the clouds, I can feel my own heart sink. Kiku is in love. And I know it’s not with me. As I said, it’s too obvious. I’ve lived a long time. I’ve seen a lot of people in love, and he has every single symptom. Well, except for one I guess. Usually, all the one in love does is talk about that person. He never does that. He keeps his conversations with me about other things. I know he’s the only thing I ever tell my cats about. About how beautiful his hair was today, or something funny he said, or even about how much I love him. I’m jealous. Of who ever it is that he’s fallen for, I mean. I want to grab him and kiss him and tell him that I love him more than anyone else could ever think to. I want to hold him and pet him like a cat and make love to him beneath the clouds he stares at so often. But, however much I may want to do those things, I know that I couldn’t. He would always be lusting after that other person, somewhere deep down inside. I couldn’t let him be so miserable. I only want my beloved to be happy. So, I’ll keep watching him pine away for this other person. I’ll pretend I don’t notice, even when it’s staring me in the face. I’ll even deny my own feelings for him if it will only make him smile. I’ll lie here next to him, the gentle breeze washing over us as we lie on our hilltop, watching him sleep away. I coerced him into taking siesta with me, as I always do. For today I just want to lie here and admire him as the sky rolls past us. I inch myself just a little bit closer to him, just enough to watch the steady rise and fall of his chest. He’s sound asleep, and I figure that one little brush can’t hurt. I pet his ebony black hair, warm after being exposed to the sun. It’s soft too. I know that he would never allow me to do something like this when he’s awake, and I feel like I’m breaking his trust by doing this. But his hair is so soft, more than the fur of any kitten. I pet him one more time, certain that he’s asleep. It seems so perfect. I could just lean in and kiss him right now, and tell him how I feel as soon as his brown irises open. He would kiss me back, and we could live out the rest of our days like this. But again, I know it can’t happen. I hope he can do this with them, whoever it is he’s fallen so hard for. I want him to be loved almost as much as I love him, because nobody could care for him more. I want him to laugh, and to smile, and to enjoy life simply because that other person is there. Even if it’s not me, I’m glad to know there is someone who can make him smile. I notice his eyes beginning to flutter open, and I shut my own. I don’t want him to know that I’ve been watching him all this time. I pretend that I’m still asleep, listening for any movement he makes. It takes every last shred of restraint I have to remain still when I feel his fingers ghost over my hair. The touch is short, and I wonder for a moment if I imagined it before I feel it again. This time it’s bolder, and he’s actually rubbing my hair. “I know you can’t hear me right now.” I hear him mutter in a tiny whisper. I can, but I don’t want him to know that yet. I know he’s going to say something, and I’m worried that the drumming of my heart against my ribcage is going to give me away. “I want to tell you… What I’ve told you so many times, even though I won’t let you hear me say the words.” I heard him continue on. How many times has he told me this? How can he still think I’m asleep? The organ in my chest is louder than ferocious war drums in my ears. I can feel him lingering close to me, so much so that I can feel his breath.
Re: FILL~ (2/2)
anonymous
July 29 2011, 06:56:41 UTC
DAMN, I FORGOT ABOUT THE PARTS AGAIN.
“I love you Heracles; I wish you could hear me say it.”
I nearly exploded at those words. Every sigh, every smile, every far-away look in his eyes… Were because of me. I just never realized it. Maybe I was too busy with my own affections and jealousy to notice who he was really fawning over.
I open my eyes, looking straight up into his. He jumps back, his face turning to a deep shade of red. He knows that I finally heard him this time. His hand is still hovering above my head, and I take it. I kiss the smooth skin that is the back of his palm. Finally, I can say it. Everything is perfect, and I’ll have no regrets.
“I love you too.” I tell him. His face is still red as I sit up next to him. I can tell that he’s at a loss for words as he looks up at me. I slowly bend over and kiss him, admiring the taste and feel of his lips.
He kisses me back, the soft pressure making my stomach flip. Its short lived, and he looks up at me as we break apart. His eyes are reflecting every ray of the afternoon sun, almost as bright as his smile.
And when I look down at him right now, Its too obvious. I can see it in his eyes, the way they’re sparkling in this moment. The way he puts his hand over my own, brushing the tan skin there. I know as I hear a quiet sigh escape his lips, letting his eyes shut as he leans into my shoulder. When he put’s his arms around me, I can feel my heart soar.
I don't mind that it's cliched; my prompt was already pretty cliched in the first place, and I'm not going to complain at all about Japan confessing to Greece.
You had a bit of mess-up with the formatting in the first part, but other than that, your spelling and characterizations were pretty good. I especially liked that you didn't make Japan into a complete moeblob and gave Greece's thoughts a tinge of awkwardness that was just so adorable. <3
It’s too obvious. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he just stares into nothing. He’ll fall asleep with the softest, cutest smile and I know that he’s dreaming of them. I know when he let’s out a quiet sigh that he’s recalling one of those dreams. When he stares into the sky as if he’s drifting on the clouds, I can feel my own heart sink.
Kiku is in love.
And I know it’s not with me.
As I said, it’s too obvious. I’ve lived a long time. I’ve seen a lot of people in love, and he has every single symptom. Well, except for one I guess. Usually, all the one in love does is talk about that person. He never does that. He keeps his conversations with me about other things. I know he’s the only thing I ever tell my cats about. About how beautiful his hair was today, or something funny he said, or even about how much I love him.
I’m jealous. Of who ever it is that he’s fallen for, I mean. I want to grab him and kiss him and tell him that I love him more than anyone else could ever think to. I want to hold him and pet him like a cat and make love to him beneath the clouds he stares at so often. But, however much I may want to do those things, I know that I couldn’t. He would always be lusting after that other person, somewhere deep down inside. I couldn’t let him be so miserable.
I only want my beloved to be happy.
So, I’ll keep watching him pine away for this other person. I’ll pretend I don’t notice, even when it’s staring me in the face. I’ll even deny my own feelings for him if it will only make him smile. I’ll lie here next to him, the gentle breeze washing over us as we lie on our hilltop, watching him sleep away. I coerced him into taking siesta with me, as I always do. For today I just want to lie here and admire him as the sky rolls past us.
I inch myself just a little bit closer to him, just enough to watch the steady rise and fall of his chest. He’s sound asleep, and I figure that one little brush can’t hurt. I pet his ebony black hair, warm after being exposed to the sun. It’s soft too. I know that he would never allow me to do something like this when he’s awake, and I feel like I’m breaking his trust by doing this. But his hair is so soft, more than the fur of any kitten. I pet him one more time, certain that he’s asleep.
It seems so perfect. I could just lean in and kiss him right now, and tell him how I feel as soon as his brown irises open. He would kiss me back, and we could live out the rest of our days like this. But again, I know it can’t happen.
I hope he can do this with them, whoever it is he’s fallen so hard for. I want him to be loved almost as much as I love him, because nobody could care for him more. I want him to laugh, and to smile, and to enjoy life simply because that other person is there. Even if it’s not me, I’m glad to know there is someone who can make him smile.
I notice his eyes beginning to flutter open, and I shut my own. I don’t want him to know that I’ve been watching him all this time. I pretend that I’m still asleep, listening for any movement he makes.
It takes every last shred of restraint I have to remain still when I feel his fingers ghost over my hair. The touch is short, and I wonder for a moment if I imagined it before I feel it again. This time it’s bolder, and he’s actually rubbing my hair.
“I know you can’t hear me right now.” I hear him mutter in a tiny whisper. I can, but I don’t want him to know that yet. I know he’s going to say something, and I’m worried that the drumming of my heart against my ribcage is going to give me away.
“I want to tell you… What I’ve told you so many times, even though I won’t let you hear me say the words.” I heard him continue on. How many times has he told me this? How can he still think I’m asleep? The organ in my chest is louder than ferocious war drums in my ears. I can feel him lingering close to me, so much so that I can feel his breath.
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“I love you Heracles; I wish you could hear me say it.”
I nearly exploded at those words. Every sigh, every smile, every far-away look in his eyes… Were because of me. I just never realized it. Maybe I was too busy with my own affections and jealousy to notice who he was really fawning over.
I open my eyes, looking straight up into his. He jumps back, his face turning to a deep shade of red. He knows that I finally heard him this time. His hand is still hovering above my head, and I take it. I kiss the smooth skin that is the back of his palm. Finally, I can say it. Everything is perfect, and I’ll have no regrets.
“I love you too.” I tell him. His face is still red as I sit up next to him. I can tell that he’s at a loss for words as he looks up at me. I slowly bend over and kiss him, admiring the taste and feel of his lips.
He kisses me back, the soft pressure making my stomach flip. Its short lived, and he looks up at me as we break apart. His eyes are reflecting every ray of the afternoon sun, almost as bright as his smile.
And when I look down at him right now, Its too obvious. I can see it in his eyes, the way they’re sparkling in this moment. The way he puts his hand over my own, brushing the tan skin there. I know as I hear a quiet sigh escape his lips, letting his eyes shut as he leans into my shoulder. When he put’s his arms around me, I can feel my heart soar.
Kiku is in love.
And I know it’s with me.
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You had a bit of mess-up with the formatting in the first part, but other than that, your spelling and characterizations were pretty good. I especially liked that you didn't make Japan into a complete moeblob and gave Greece's thoughts a tinge of awkwardness that was just so adorable. <3
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Is.
So.
Adorable.
Much love for this, anon, because my heart just momentarily exploded with glee. <3
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