[ ADVENT CALENDAR / event / PG / prompts, fanfiction, fanart ]
I thought of this idea while talking to dreams, and decided we're going to do an Advent Calendar event! [So that we have a good motivator to push us to write.] So from now till January 1, we're going to all try to do as many little prizes for each other as possible. Each day will have a different word prompt, and hopefully more than one person does
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The night was too quiet.
Birds that should have been twittering and chirping in the delightfully warm and fragrant air of summer were silent and restless, as if holding their breath. The symphony of insects he’d grown used to had quieted themselves in respect for what was about to happen, only stirring when the ruffling breezes, warm and embracing, flowed over and around them. The tree-lined path felt sheltered and quiet, hushing down noises with their rustling branches and locking in secrets under their cover. The sloping and grassy hill nearby afforded beautiful views of the setting sun, embraced in a vibrancy of colors by the clouds, reflecting on the mirror-smooth river, doubling in its beauty. The city beyond was coming alive with the growing aura of the skyline, heralding a sleepless night to come.
It is beautiful, he thinks as he walks to the agreed meeting spot, a little uneven crook on the hill that they had grown accustomed to sitting on, just enough room for two lovers. Kiku would’ve easily sat there if the moment would’ve promised happiness, but it didn’t. He just stared at that imperfect dent in the otherwise perfectly groomed hill. That spot could fit another pair who loved each other, he figured dispassionately.
Another set of footsteps approaches from behind. He looks to see his brother, enemy, and lover walk towards him with an elegant gait, almost feminine, but it was not. Here came a beautiful man, tied black hair bouncing with each elongated step, a reminder of an age long gone. An age when he had been young and the world full unclaimed of riches.
Yao came to Kiku’s side, the taller nation stopping short of being too close, eyes studying the empty space in the hill. Another time they might have occupied such a space and cuddled close together as the light faded and stole its warmth with it, but now was not such a time. There was another reason for their coming.
“I’m glad you could come, Yao-ge,” Kiku started awkwardly, eyes tracing the fading outline of the still-blinding sun. How appropriate for this to happen; the last official day of spring, the end of innocence. This wasn’t the first time this had happened between them.
Yao nodded absently, face even and eyes transfixed to the final glimpse of the sun. It wouldn’t be much longer now.
Kiku did the same, watching as the earth swallowed the sun. How appropriate it was for them to be in China for this, he thinks, remembering the far off past and his first name for China, the nation besides him.
They were both dressed casually, in jeans and shirts and hoodies and sneakers, looking like any other pair of Asian boys. Pochi had been fed-his pandas had been put to sleep before he’d left-he’d completed the necessary work-the trading agreement had been finalized-he’d forgotten to tape that new anime-the ambassadors had promised-
“You know why we’re here, Kiku-di,” Yao said tonelessly, eyes never leaving the lessening light on the horizon.
--that new video game sounded promising-
“I do,” Kiku nodded.
--the animal rights activists just wouldn’t leave-
“We’ve been together for ten years now.”
--stop.
“I’m well aware of that, Yao-ge. We knew this was going to happen someday.” Kiku craned his head higher to see the budding stars in the sun’s wake, the flickering street lights above, chasing away the quietness the darkness could’ve provided. A tone bird chirped forlornly, and then quieted itself.
“I would still like to be friends. These feelings might come around again, Kiku-di.” Yao focused on the flow of the river, the many water insects skittering across the water, the waves gently lapping the shore.
Kiku just nodded again. The moon wouldn’t be coming out tonight, he thought with slight disappointment. Yao looked at him.
Kiku smiled softly.
“You’ll always be the one I care for most, but for now I just want to friends,” Kiku said, trying and failing to work up a smile, however soft. Yao looked away, honeyed eyes taking in the splendor of the growing night.
“You’ll always be dear to me,” Yao said softly, almost to himself. His heart was relaxed. In the beginning, he’d been flushed and excited when their relationship began. Over time it had faded into mutual feelings, but nothing stronger.
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Yao looked at Kiku and smiled. He would come to love this magnificent person and nation someday soon. For now, different things would await them.
“Kiku-di, why don’t you come back to my place and stay the night? I’ve got a lot of movies we could watch…” Yao said, smiling teasingly. Kiku and Yao began walking side-by-side like they were old friends, which was true for now.
“I’d like that. How about we watch Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?” Kiku suggested, bending down to scoop up a pebble and roll it around in his hand.
“Let’s make ramen, too!” Yao proclaimed childishly, leaping into the air. Kiku laughed at his friend’s antics.
“I’d like that a lot, Yao-ge.”
The birds started chirping loudly and the cacophony of insects started up in their wake.
.END.
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IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I shall get to work on the next prmpt~
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