☪ White Day Dreams
Dream One: Zero In On My Heart [ CHILD FILTER ]
Warnings: Harlequin novel situation between two men thank you, Tamaki (so kissing and such), implied... man-love (and lulz, if you know these characters).
Dream Effects: Pounding fear and worry, and then, relief. Can my own keysmashing as I write this be an effect?
[ From a 3rd Person POV ]
The forest was dark, the trees black hands that clawed towards the glimmering stars that nestled in the night sky above. A full moon hung like a pearl above D's head--the hunter tore through the grass of the woods, panting. His long, sable locks fluttered behind him as he ran.
D could sense the danger not too far away. The hunter continued running, leather boots crushing the earth beneath him. Dressed in only tight leather pants and a blood red, flowing shirt, D's lavender eyes searched the forest, only for his senses to hear a noise that made his blood run cold.
A gunshot.
The sounds echoed through the forest. D pushed past the last remaining trees--and as he did, his heart gave a heavy pound as his eyes landed upon the sight before him.
There, standing over the shimmering dust of what used to be a vampire, was a silver-haired beauty, his molten silver eyes focused on the ground, arm extended with his still smoking gun barrel. There stood Kiryuu Zero, wearing a pair of black jeans, a black leather collar around his neck, and a billowing white shirt wide open to expose his chest. Spots of blood dotted his clothing and on his cheek--his eyes were narrowed heavily, and he was panting.
There was a large slash across one arm, the blood staining his white shirt.
"Zero." D moved to him--his sword felt heavy against his back. He felt heavy. He wasmuch taller than the silver-haired man, and it showed as he stood before him.
"He's dead." Zero spoke, and he turned away--only for his left arm to come up and grasp at his bleeding right arm, his gun Bloody Rose clutched tightly in his fingers. D turned the younger around, looking down at him.
"Show me your arm."
Zero turned his head away dramatically. "No," He spoke, his face filled with shame. And so, D did what any good man would do.
He turned the silver-haired boy's face towards him, and gave him a passionate kiss. Yes, for love could be a healer of all wounds~ and Zero gave in, a faint moan escaping his throat as he ripped open D's red shirt, both fo their exposes chests pressing into each other as they kissed. D pushed Zero down into the dust of the deceased, his hands sliding down Zero's smooth waist as Zero tilted his chin upwards, exposing his neck to the sable-haired hunter. D's lips slid downward, kissing his neck.
The moon shimmered high above them, and Zero's moans echoed through the night....
---
Dream Two: Your Right Hand Man
Warnings: Kissing.
Dream Effects: A very happy calm,like everything is just perfect. Content. And then at the end, complete and utter stomach churning repulsion.
[ From a 3rd Person POV ]
D's cottage had always been quiet, and empty. But not so much when a certain blond was around. The hunter, in his relaxed attire of a leather body suit and boots (his hat and cape hung lazily on the back of the chair) sat at the dining table. There were the comforting sounds of someone in the kitchen.
"Here you are, darling~!" The young Ichijou Takuma came into the kitchen, all smiles. He was wearing a baby blue apron over his usual foppish attire. In his hands, he carried a pot of coffee and a large mug.
D watched as Ichijou came in, set down the mug, and poured the coffee. The hunter was quiet during it, however, as soon as Ichijou was done, he set the pot down on the table, and smiled at him.
"I hope you enjoy it!"
Ichijou picked up D's left hand. He turned it over to the palm was facing the blond, and then, he gave it a kiss.
....A long one.
And the sounds of a return kiss was heard, and Ichijou giggled, pulling away. As as he did, D's symbiote came into view, grinning with his wrinkled face and crooked teeth.
"Thanks a lot, toots~" Lefty spoke, giving Ichijou a wink. Ichijou merely giggled, waving at him.
"No problem, my love!"
---
D wakes up, staring up at the ceiling from the bed with a confused look on his face.
"...A lifetime of this?"
[ OOC: Lefty bet a lifetime of dreams at the White Day auction, so D is convinced he is doomed to this. ]
Warnings: Harlequin novel situation between two men thank you, Tamaki (so kissing and such), implied... man-love (and lulz, if you know these characters).
Dream Effects: Pounding fear and worry, and then, relief. Can my own keysmashing as I write this be an effect?
[ From a 3rd Person POV ]
The forest was dark, the trees black hands that clawed towards the glimmering stars that nestled in the night sky above. A full moon hung like a pearl above D's head--the hunter tore through the grass of the woods, panting. His long, sable locks fluttered behind him as he ran.
D could sense the danger not too far away. The hunter continued running, leather boots crushing the earth beneath him. Dressed in only tight leather pants and a blood red, flowing shirt, D's lavender eyes searched the forest, only for his senses to hear a noise that made his blood run cold.
A gunshot.
The sounds echoed through the forest. D pushed past the last remaining trees--and as he did, his heart gave a heavy pound as his eyes landed upon the sight before him.
There, standing over the shimmering dust of what used to be a vampire, was a silver-haired beauty, his molten silver eyes focused on the ground, arm extended with his still smoking gun barrel. There stood Kiryuu Zero, wearing a pair of black jeans, a black leather collar around his neck, and a billowing white shirt wide open to expose his chest. Spots of blood dotted his clothing and on his cheek--his eyes were narrowed heavily, and he was panting.
There was a large slash across one arm, the blood staining his white shirt.
"Zero." D moved to him--his sword felt heavy against his back. He felt heavy. He wasmuch taller than the silver-haired man, and it showed as he stood before him.
"He's dead." Zero spoke, and he turned away--only for his left arm to come up and grasp at his bleeding right arm, his gun Bloody Rose clutched tightly in his fingers. D turned the younger around, looking down at him.
"Show me your arm."
Zero turned his head away dramatically. "No," He spoke, his face filled with shame. And so, D did what any good man would do.
He turned the silver-haired boy's face towards him, and gave him a passionate kiss. Yes, for love could be a healer of all wounds~ and Zero gave in, a faint moan escaping his throat as he ripped open D's red shirt, both fo their exposes chests pressing into each other as they kissed. D pushed Zero down into the dust of the deceased, his hands sliding down Zero's smooth waist as Zero tilted his chin upwards, exposing his neck to the sable-haired hunter. D's lips slid downward, kissing his neck.
The moon shimmered high above them, and Zero's moans echoed through the night....
---
Dream Two: Your Right Hand Man
Warnings: Kissing.
Dream Effects: A very happy calm,like everything is just perfect. Content. And then at the end, complete and utter stomach churning repulsion.
[ From a 3rd Person POV ]
D's cottage had always been quiet, and empty. But not so much when a certain blond was around. The hunter, in his relaxed attire of a leather body suit and boots (his hat and cape hung lazily on the back of the chair) sat at the dining table. There were the comforting sounds of someone in the kitchen.
"Here you are, darling~!" The young Ichijou Takuma came into the kitchen, all smiles. He was wearing a baby blue apron over his usual foppish attire. In his hands, he carried a pot of coffee and a large mug.
D watched as Ichijou came in, set down the mug, and poured the coffee. The hunter was quiet during it, however, as soon as Ichijou was done, he set the pot down on the table, and smiled at him.
"I hope you enjoy it!"
Ichijou picked up D's left hand. He turned it over to the palm was facing the blond, and then, he gave it a kiss.
....A long one.
And the sounds of a return kiss was heard, and Ichijou giggled, pulling away. As as he did, D's symbiote came into view, grinning with his wrinkled face and crooked teeth.
"Thanks a lot, toots~" Lefty spoke, giving Ichijou a wink. Ichijou merely giggled, waving at him.
"No problem, my love!"
---
D wakes up, staring up at the ceiling from the bed with a confused look on his face.
"...A lifetime of this?"
[ OOC: Lefty bet a lifetime of dreams at the White Day auction, so D is convinced he is doomed to this. ]