[Drabble] You are moonlight
You are moonlight
HSJ - Yuto/Yamada
207 words, PG-13, AU
Ten minute drabble with the prompt "Vampire, Smile, Fire"
[Notes]A/N: I have a whole ton of drabbles that are in my WIP folder 'for expansion' but fuck it, I've got so many projects to work on so.
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Yuto had never noticed how deep and dark Ryousuke’s eyes really were, until he was staring up into them as he hovered on the brink, where everything was too hot and too cold at the same time, but Ryousuke’s eyes were sharp and dark and terribly sad.
“I could… I don’t,” Ryousuke tried to explain, his words sluggish as he held Yuto close to him. “I didn’t want it to be like this.”
Despite his words, his tongue flicked out, tasting a drop of blood that had fallen on his cheek. There was everything wrong in Ryousuke’s eyes, and yet…
And yet.
For all there was desire and need and want, none of those compared to the sorrow and fear. Ryousuke was afraid of losing him. Of losing Yuto.
“If it gave me a little more time with you,” Yuto rasped, and Ryousuke tried to hush him, but he pushed through that and the pain that burned through him, because he was dying and there were things he hadn’t been brave enough to say before. He smiled, reaching a shaking hand up to brush along Ryousuke’s jawline.
“You’ll hate me,” Ryousuke whispered, holding Yuto’s hand in place upon his cheek.
“Never as much as I love you.”
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HSJ - Yuto/Yamada
207 words, PG-13, AU
Ten minute drabble with the prompt "Vampire, Smile, Fire"
[Notes]A/N: I have a whole ton of drabbles that are in my WIP folder 'for expansion' but fuck it, I've got so many projects to work on so.
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Yuto had never noticed how deep and dark Ryousuke’s eyes really were, until he was staring up into them as he hovered on the brink, where everything was too hot and too cold at the same time, but Ryousuke’s eyes were sharp and dark and terribly sad.
“I could… I don’t,” Ryousuke tried to explain, his words sluggish as he held Yuto close to him. “I didn’t want it to be like this.”
Despite his words, his tongue flicked out, tasting a drop of blood that had fallen on his cheek. There was everything wrong in Ryousuke’s eyes, and yet…
And yet.
For all there was desire and need and want, none of those compared to the sorrow and fear. Ryousuke was afraid of losing him. Of losing Yuto.
“If it gave me a little more time with you,” Yuto rasped, and Ryousuke tried to hush him, but he pushed through that and the pain that burned through him, because he was dying and there were things he hadn’t been brave enough to say before. He smiled, reaching a shaking hand up to brush along Ryousuke’s jawline.
“You’ll hate me,” Ryousuke whispered, holding Yuto’s hand in place upon his cheek.
“Never as much as I love you.”
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