/sob
.............................. How in hell did I nearly manage to set fire to a chip in a microwave? Dx
Anyways, I'm going to have to try so so hard not to put this under a friend cut! Though I wrote this a while ago, I really do want to get back into writing fanfiction. I'm just trying to kick the confidence back into myself and I really hope that putting this up on livejournal will help. When I wrote it, I hated it but, looking over it, I pretty much managed to convey most of what I love about post-series Kurofye. Fingers crossed I'll get myself back into the swing of things soon!
He almost feels scared standing there, brushing his thumb against his jaw softly, mindlessly; feels like he’s been sharply awoken to a truth he’d been blind to for who knows how long and has no idea whether to feel frightened or disgusted about that. Or happy.
All he understands is that unison is incredibly delicate. It’s a harmonious balance that binds all of them together so strongly and is the undercurrent to everything they chose.
To sense that weakening beneath his fingertips is disconcerting. For a moment, Kurogane had almost felt elated that this dimming and brightening attraction to him was reciprocated; that Fye felt that same throb of respect for him and that the strength they gained from each other ran deeper than either had expected.
Fye’s blue eyes are strangely cold and reproachful. He stares dead on, silent, and they understand both are equally terrified of the moment. It seems as if on one side of the line, the valued peace and familiarity of their group lies damaged and fractured and on the other is simply forced denial. His eyes are digging into him, searching for the answer he thinks is correct.
But there is hope in the way he gazes into him. Because Fye would never lose anyone to something so stupid as fleeting attraction. Neither would Kurogane.
For all either of them understand, panting weakly on the rubble of the battlefield, this is an adrenaline-fired, screaming, running moment of passion that would be best to bury. Travelling as they did, holding on as a group as they did, one crack could bring the whole wall down, break apart the comfortable familiarity that had flourished over the years.
Ultimately, Kurogane feels that Fye is braver than he is - or perhaps stupider - when he fists a chunk of Kurogane’s hair and tugs him down, pressing a kiss as tenderly as he can to his forehead. It’s sloppy and misguided. And Kurogane can feel his hair brush against his skin, breathe in the scent of his neck and sense his warmth far more intimately than ever before. His fingers thread through his hair more softly before letting go as if to apologise for that twinge of pain. As his lips hesitantly lift from his brow, he can hear Fye murmur, with a small rumble in his ear, “They would want us to be happy.”
Kurogane can’t help but smile; watch Fye gaze towards him happily but cautiously in return. He’s still afraid but now it feels far more pointless, brushing a thumb instinctively over Fye’s still moist lips. There is nothing to fear in fond and certain eyes and a confident, teasing smile. It’s a connection that’s been growing and never felt stronger and never threatened to break the perfect unity in their group. If anything it brought them closer.
Without thinking, his hand slips along Fye’s jaw and he’s softly pressing his lips to the other man’s.
Their first kiss is surprisingly chaste but brave, their lips slightly puckered. It only lasts for a few moments as they consider their journey and how precious the four of them are to each other. They pull away for a moment, stop and smile almost dubiously, tensely sensing their unwavering trust in the other, the relief washing through them. Simultaneously, they both understand. Fye wraps his fingers about his neck and presses forward, almost on his toes, sealing their lips together.
Their second kiss is far deeper, far more desperate and fulfilling. They put meaning into it - every emotion that either crept inside their minds or echoed loudly. That connection between them shivers and makes them feel alive. They feel strong and elated and understand; accept without words that they were always changing. They were always morphing into something far more beautiful and certain.
a/n: ... I am such a sap XD If you got this far, I'd love to hear what you think but I hope you enjoyed reading it most of all!
Anyways, I'm going to have to try so so hard not to put this under a friend cut! Though I wrote this a while ago, I really do want to get back into writing fanfiction. I'm just trying to kick the confidence back into myself and I really hope that putting this up on livejournal will help. When I wrote it, I hated it but, looking over it, I pretty much managed to convey most of what I love about post-series Kurofye. Fingers crossed I'll get myself back into the swing of things soon!
He almost feels scared standing there, brushing his thumb against his jaw softly, mindlessly; feels like he’s been sharply awoken to a truth he’d been blind to for who knows how long and has no idea whether to feel frightened or disgusted about that. Or happy.
All he understands is that unison is incredibly delicate. It’s a harmonious balance that binds all of them together so strongly and is the undercurrent to everything they chose.
To sense that weakening beneath his fingertips is disconcerting. For a moment, Kurogane had almost felt elated that this dimming and brightening attraction to him was reciprocated; that Fye felt that same throb of respect for him and that the strength they gained from each other ran deeper than either had expected.
Fye’s blue eyes are strangely cold and reproachful. He stares dead on, silent, and they understand both are equally terrified of the moment. It seems as if on one side of the line, the valued peace and familiarity of their group lies damaged and fractured and on the other is simply forced denial. His eyes are digging into him, searching for the answer he thinks is correct.
But there is hope in the way he gazes into him. Because Fye would never lose anyone to something so stupid as fleeting attraction. Neither would Kurogane.
For all either of them understand, panting weakly on the rubble of the battlefield, this is an adrenaline-fired, screaming, running moment of passion that would be best to bury. Travelling as they did, holding on as a group as they did, one crack could bring the whole wall down, break apart the comfortable familiarity that had flourished over the years.
Ultimately, Kurogane feels that Fye is braver than he is - or perhaps stupider - when he fists a chunk of Kurogane’s hair and tugs him down, pressing a kiss as tenderly as he can to his forehead. It’s sloppy and misguided. And Kurogane can feel his hair brush against his skin, breathe in the scent of his neck and sense his warmth far more intimately than ever before. His fingers thread through his hair more softly before letting go as if to apologise for that twinge of pain. As his lips hesitantly lift from his brow, he can hear Fye murmur, with a small rumble in his ear, “They would want us to be happy.”
Kurogane can’t help but smile; watch Fye gaze towards him happily but cautiously in return. He’s still afraid but now it feels far more pointless, brushing a thumb instinctively over Fye’s still moist lips. There is nothing to fear in fond and certain eyes and a confident, teasing smile. It’s a connection that’s been growing and never felt stronger and never threatened to break the perfect unity in their group. If anything it brought them closer.
Without thinking, his hand slips along Fye’s jaw and he’s softly pressing his lips to the other man’s.
Their first kiss is surprisingly chaste but brave, their lips slightly puckered. It only lasts for a few moments as they consider their journey and how precious the four of them are to each other. They pull away for a moment, stop and smile almost dubiously, tensely sensing their unwavering trust in the other, the relief washing through them. Simultaneously, they both understand. Fye wraps his fingers about his neck and presses forward, almost on his toes, sealing their lips together.
Their second kiss is far deeper, far more desperate and fulfilling. They put meaning into it - every emotion that either crept inside their minds or echoed loudly. That connection between them shivers and makes them feel alive. They feel strong and elated and understand; accept without words that they were always changing. They were always morphing into something far more beautiful and certain.
a/n: ... I am such a sap XD If you got this far, I'd love to hear what you think but I hope you enjoyed reading it most of all!