[ficlet] White Canvas - 1/1
Title: White Canvas
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito
Rating: fluff!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Outside, the world was a dream, not a square inch of ground, car, or tree uncovered.
Comments: For naturu_rising - Merry Christmas (late)! ♥ I ended up writing you a bit of Nisaki, hope that's good. :3
Outside, the world was a dream, not a square inch of ground, car, or tree uncovered. Beautiful white silence had come over the city in the earliest hours of the morning, and Sakito felt lucky to still be awake before the plows ruined his perfect canvas. Kneeling on the bed, he watched out the window as the last flakes of the blizzard and stroked his rabbit’s drooping ears while the little creature slept in his lap. When he was sure the snow was completely stopped, he picked up his phone and dialed, his fingers moving automatically to the familiar numbers.
“Come on, answer…” he breathed, anxious and hopeful for the call to work, though it was very early. Or late, depending on one’s perspective - Sakito had not gone to bed at all.
He was mildly surprised to hear the grumbled “What?” on the other end of the line.
“Are you awake?” Sakito asked, stupidly. Of course he wasn’t awake, or wasn’t a moment ago.
“…Now I am…” A massive yawn interrupted the apology he was about to offer. “Babe, I love you, but…why are you calling me at 5 AM?”
“Look outside,” Sakito said instead of his apology. He was too excited to worry about the time or the inconvenience he was surely causing. “And get your coat.”
*** * *
Oh, the things Niya would do for his love. Like dragging out of bed at this godforsaken hour and dressing up like a Sherpa to trudge five blocks to the only park in the neighborhood. He knew going into this relationship that Sakito could be, at times, a little eccentric, but this outing was beyond his expectations. Despite the cold and the exhaustion in his limbs, Niya couldn’t deny that the thick blanket of snow was pretty under the dim streetlights where it glittered softly in the yellow glow.
Sakito was already there when he arrived, living a tad closer to the park than he did. The guitarist was underdressed, of course, though he didn’t seem to be outwardly bothered by this. Niya sighed, and it came out as a thick puff near Sakito’s ear as he reached around his body with both arms. Startled at first, Sakito opened his mouth to speak, but then chose to lean into the embrace, allowing the bassist to wrap the unzipped edges of his coat around him.
“You’re going to catch cold,” Niya muttered, frowning at the way Sakito’s pink ear felt against his cheek. “Or get frostbite.”
“Ah, hmm…” Obviously, he had not considered this before leaving his apartment. “This won’t take long, I promise.”
Niya was skeptical, but he didn’t argue. The tightly wound energy he felt coming from Sakito was enough to give him pause, knowing that the other had something planned. “What exactly are we here for, by the way?”
“You’ll see,” Sakito replied, his tiny smile enigmatic, but his eyes looked toward the sky, offering Niya at least a small hint. He looked up, but nothing was happening, save for a wisp of light peeking over the high-rises surrounding the park.
He didn’t have long to wait, maybe fifteen silent minutes, before the sun made itself known in the clear sky, chasing back the last of the lingering storm clouds from the skyline. And the world was suddenly full of diamonds, covering the ground, the trees, the benches, his boots, and Sakito’s hair where his warm breath had not already melted them.
The tension relaxed in Sakito’s shoulders, and after a moment he twisted around to circle Niya’s waist with his arms. “Merry Christmas,” he said quietly.
“I guess I can forgive you for getting me up at 5,” Niya chuckled, tightening his grip around the guitarist’s shoulders. “Merry Christmas, Saki.”
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito
Rating: fluff!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Outside, the world was a dream, not a square inch of ground, car, or tree uncovered.
Comments: For naturu_rising - Merry Christmas (late)! ♥ I ended up writing you a bit of Nisaki, hope that's good. :3
Outside, the world was a dream, not a square inch of ground, car, or tree uncovered. Beautiful white silence had come over the city in the earliest hours of the morning, and Sakito felt lucky to still be awake before the plows ruined his perfect canvas. Kneeling on the bed, he watched out the window as the last flakes of the blizzard and stroked his rabbit’s drooping ears while the little creature slept in his lap. When he was sure the snow was completely stopped, he picked up his phone and dialed, his fingers moving automatically to the familiar numbers.
“Come on, answer…” he breathed, anxious and hopeful for the call to work, though it was very early. Or late, depending on one’s perspective - Sakito had not gone to bed at all.
He was mildly surprised to hear the grumbled “What?” on the other end of the line.
“Are you awake?” Sakito asked, stupidly. Of course he wasn’t awake, or wasn’t a moment ago.
“…Now I am…” A massive yawn interrupted the apology he was about to offer. “Babe, I love you, but…why are you calling me at 5 AM?”
“Look outside,” Sakito said instead of his apology. He was too excited to worry about the time or the inconvenience he was surely causing. “And get your coat.”
*** * *
Oh, the things Niya would do for his love. Like dragging out of bed at this godforsaken hour and dressing up like a Sherpa to trudge five blocks to the only park in the neighborhood. He knew going into this relationship that Sakito could be, at times, a little eccentric, but this outing was beyond his expectations. Despite the cold and the exhaustion in his limbs, Niya couldn’t deny that the thick blanket of snow was pretty under the dim streetlights where it glittered softly in the yellow glow.
Sakito was already there when he arrived, living a tad closer to the park than he did. The guitarist was underdressed, of course, though he didn’t seem to be outwardly bothered by this. Niya sighed, and it came out as a thick puff near Sakito’s ear as he reached around his body with both arms. Startled at first, Sakito opened his mouth to speak, but then chose to lean into the embrace, allowing the bassist to wrap the unzipped edges of his coat around him.
“You’re going to catch cold,” Niya muttered, frowning at the way Sakito’s pink ear felt against his cheek. “Or get frostbite.”
“Ah, hmm…” Obviously, he had not considered this before leaving his apartment. “This won’t take long, I promise.”
Niya was skeptical, but he didn’t argue. The tightly wound energy he felt coming from Sakito was enough to give him pause, knowing that the other had something planned. “What exactly are we here for, by the way?”
“You’ll see,” Sakito replied, his tiny smile enigmatic, but his eyes looked toward the sky, offering Niya at least a small hint. He looked up, but nothing was happening, save for a wisp of light peeking over the high-rises surrounding the park.
He didn’t have long to wait, maybe fifteen silent minutes, before the sun made itself known in the clear sky, chasing back the last of the lingering storm clouds from the skyline. And the world was suddenly full of diamonds, covering the ground, the trees, the benches, his boots, and Sakito’s hair where his warm breath had not already melted them.
The tension relaxed in Sakito’s shoulders, and after a moment he twisted around to circle Niya’s waist with his arms. “Merry Christmas,” he said quietly.
“I guess I can forgive you for getting me up at 5,” Niya chuckled, tightening his grip around the guitarist’s shoulders. “Merry Christmas, Saki.”