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From Savior-verse
Title: Confession
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Silver Millennium--In Vino Veritas
Genre: Romance, bit of angst
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
Kunzite could with effort remember where Zoisite’s rooms were, theoretically, supposed to be. After checking his own rooms and finding the lump at the foot of his bed conspicuously absent, he checked those unused rooms next.
Zoisite was still in the sweeping pink ball gown he had been when he had given his confession, though the mask was gone. Instead, his face was hidden from view by a bottle he recognized as Nephrite’s.
“Kind of silly, eh?” Zoisite giggled and Kunzite regretted not being willing to leave the ballroom while Endymion was till there. “Why do you have an elephant on your head?”
He had nothing of the sort but decided to broach the delicate subject anyways. “You said you loved me.”
“You have it all wrong.” Zoisite gesticulated wildly, dress getting tangled on his shoulders. “He wouldn’t have noticed. He never notices.”
“Notices that,” Kunzite’s throat caught, “that you love him?”
“Of course. Been trying to tell him since I met ‘im, but he never hears it. Sometimes, used to think he wanted me too, but… but…”
Kunzite’s heart was pounding that the hero worship he had thought gone years ago had changed into something else. Did he want him? Hmph.
Delicately plucking the bottled from his clutched hands and putting it a secure distance away, he picked up the light young man. “I’ll tuck you into bed; just let me get you a glass of water first,” but Zoisite was already asleep against his neck.
Title: Confession
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Silver Millennium--In Vino Veritas
Genre: Romance, bit of angst
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
Kunzite could with effort remember where Zoisite’s rooms were, theoretically, supposed to be. After checking his own rooms and finding the lump at the foot of his bed conspicuously absent, he checked those unused rooms next.
Zoisite was still in the sweeping pink ball gown he had been when he had given his confession, though the mask was gone. Instead, his face was hidden from view by a bottle he recognized as Nephrite’s.
“Kind of silly, eh?” Zoisite giggled and Kunzite regretted not being willing to leave the ballroom while Endymion was till there. “Why do you have an elephant on your head?”
He had nothing of the sort but decided to broach the delicate subject anyways. “You said you loved me.”
“You have it all wrong.” Zoisite gesticulated wildly, dress getting tangled on his shoulders. “He wouldn’t have noticed. He never notices.”
“Notices that,” Kunzite’s throat caught, “that you love him?”
“Of course. Been trying to tell him since I met ‘im, but he never hears it. Sometimes, used to think he wanted me too, but… but…”
Kunzite’s heart was pounding that the hero worship he had thought gone years ago had changed into something else. Did he want him? Hmph.
Delicately plucking the bottled from his clutched hands and putting it a secure distance away, he picked up the light young man. “I’ll tuck you into bed; just let me get you a glass of water first,” but Zoisite was already asleep against his neck.