solo RP log: Renji Yanagi & NP-OC
fanfic Solo log:
Date: Sunday, June 4th, morning-ish
Rating: PG
Summary: Renji gets ready for work. Or rather...tries to, until his guest poses an important question.
Yanagi dreamed of blond hair and Asian eyes. Again.
When he awoke he became instantly aware of a body beside him, heavy and warm. Black hair, and a German face. It wasn't the person he dreamed of, but it was someone. Someone he liked, and someone who's company he enjoyed.
But still, only someone.
He climbed out of the bed as quietly as possible, but before he could move to head to the bathroom, his wrist was caught. Looking down, he met the cool grey eyes of his companion.
"Wohin gehen Sie?"
"I have to work," he responded in English, having little desire to give homage to the country and life he'd left behind.
"It's Sunday."
"I always work on Sunday."
"....It's your birthday."
Gently, Yanagi pulled away, and took a step back. "This apartment doesn't pay for itself." He turned and headed toward the bathroom to shower and get dressed, and he supposed it was sad on some level that he had chosen to work on his birthday, turning down the offer to have the day off. But he didn't see any real reason to give the day much mind.
He was stopped by a soft voice saying "We could move in together." A rustle of sheets, then arms were around his waist, a kiss pressed to his shoulder. "Share the cost of living, then you wouldn't have to work so much."
Yanagi turned in the loose embrace, ran fingers through his companion's short black hair, then slid his hands down to cup his chin. "Gustav..." And he kissed him softly. Briefly. "I can't do that." He pulled out of the other's arms.
"Why not?"
"I'm not ready."
The man's whole countenance was completely...heartbroken. "What's holding you back?"
"You don't want to know."
"I do! I want you to open up to me! I want to know you like you know me. You know everything about me."
"I know a lot of things about a lot of people."
"But nobody knows anything about you."
In his mind, Yanagi saw Asian eyes close. "That's not true," he said. His solemn tone made it clear that he didn't wish the matter to be pressed any further.
And it wasn't.
"I'll stop by the store and visit you."
"You just want to see that copy of Deutsche Mythologie again."
"That too. And then I'll take you out to a birthday dinner."
Yanagi gave a soft smile. "That's fine."
Then his companion's eyes narrowed, and a grin spread across his face. Yanagi's wrist was grabbed again, and pulled back toward the bed.
"I have to get ready for work," he reminded.
"There's time."
"I have to be there in 56 minutes."
"Plenty of time."
Date: Sunday, June 4th, morning-ish
Rating: PG
Summary: Renji gets ready for work. Or rather...tries to, until his guest poses an important question.
Yanagi dreamed of blond hair and Asian eyes. Again.
When he awoke he became instantly aware of a body beside him, heavy and warm. Black hair, and a German face. It wasn't the person he dreamed of, but it was someone. Someone he liked, and someone who's company he enjoyed.
But still, only someone.
He climbed out of the bed as quietly as possible, but before he could move to head to the bathroom, his wrist was caught. Looking down, he met the cool grey eyes of his companion.
"Wohin gehen Sie?"
"I have to work," he responded in English, having little desire to give homage to the country and life he'd left behind.
"It's Sunday."
"I always work on Sunday."
"....It's your birthday."
Gently, Yanagi pulled away, and took a step back. "This apartment doesn't pay for itself." He turned and headed toward the bathroom to shower and get dressed, and he supposed it was sad on some level that he had chosen to work on his birthday, turning down the offer to have the day off. But he didn't see any real reason to give the day much mind.
He was stopped by a soft voice saying "We could move in together." A rustle of sheets, then arms were around his waist, a kiss pressed to his shoulder. "Share the cost of living, then you wouldn't have to work so much."
Yanagi turned in the loose embrace, ran fingers through his companion's short black hair, then slid his hands down to cup his chin. "Gustav..." And he kissed him softly. Briefly. "I can't do that." He pulled out of the other's arms.
"Why not?"
"I'm not ready."
The man's whole countenance was completely...heartbroken. "What's holding you back?"
"You don't want to know."
"I do! I want you to open up to me! I want to know you like you know me. You know everything about me."
"I know a lot of things about a lot of people."
"But nobody knows anything about you."
In his mind, Yanagi saw Asian eyes close. "That's not true," he said. His solemn tone made it clear that he didn't wish the matter to be pressed any further.
And it wasn't.
"I'll stop by the store and visit you."
"You just want to see that copy of Deutsche Mythologie again."
"That too. And then I'll take you out to a birthday dinner."
Yanagi gave a soft smile. "That's fine."
Then his companion's eyes narrowed, and a grin spread across his face. Yanagi's wrist was grabbed again, and pulled back toward the bed.
"I have to get ready for work," he reminded.
"There's time."
"I have to be there in 56 minutes."
"Plenty of time."