[Fic] and this time don't need another perfect line
Title: and this time don't need another perfect line
Fandom: Crossroads
Characters: Fujioka Midori, Yomohiro Tomoe | it's there but not quite Midori/Tomoe
Word Count: ~295
Rating: K
Warning/s: None
Summary: It's been ten years but it seems just like yesterday. Tomoe, Midori and meeting again.
Disclaimer: Crossroads is the brainchild of the wonderful mods over at I:U. Midori is the original character of the wonderful Arah. I'm just playing in their sandbox, yo.
Notes: Because future!fic.
It's the debut of his Water Park and she shouldn't be surprised that he's here.
He's as tall as she remembers, taller even -- she knows this because her eyes are accustomed to him and the years have not dimmed her memory (cannot dim her memory, not him, never). His face is slightly more angular, perhaps, the cut of his hair different, and the suit is new but not an unwelcome change.
At the back of her mind, she remembers the man she met ten years before, sitting beside her on damp grass in the dim silence of the night, close enough that she could touch him if she moved her arm an inch. But she didn't have the courage that night, nor the next and the next and the next until suddenly it was time for graduation and she didn't have time at all. She wonders now what would have happened had she bridged that gap.
'Fujioka-san' is what she tries to say, a casual acknowledgement for not-quite friends that had been separated by time and distance, but it is "Midori," that slips from her lips -- ten years of keeping his name tucked away and hidden in that space inside her he'd carved out for his own, and yet it is still as easy to say as the first time.
(She wonders--)
"Tomoe," He replies, and his voice is deep, deeper, pulling her back into empty club rooms and tree houses and the comfort of drinking tea in silence; the brush of his arm against hers. The warmth of his palm. His breath against her cheek.
'I'll be there.' He'd told her.
She closes her eyes and
(--wonders what would've happened had she kissed him--)
takes that one step towards him.
Fandom: Crossroads
Characters: Fujioka Midori, Yomohiro Tomoe | it's there but not quite Midori/Tomoe
Word Count: ~295
Rating: K
Warning/s: None
Summary: It's been ten years but it seems just like yesterday. Tomoe, Midori and meeting again.
Disclaimer: Crossroads is the brainchild of the wonderful mods over at I:U. Midori is the original character of the wonderful Arah. I'm just playing in their sandbox, yo.
Notes: Because future!fic.
It's the debut of his Water Park and she shouldn't be surprised that he's here.
He's as tall as she remembers, taller even -- she knows this because her eyes are accustomed to him and the years have not dimmed her memory (cannot dim her memory, not him, never). His face is slightly more angular, perhaps, the cut of his hair different, and the suit is new but not an unwelcome change.
At the back of her mind, she remembers the man she met ten years before, sitting beside her on damp grass in the dim silence of the night, close enough that she could touch him if she moved her arm an inch. But she didn't have the courage that night, nor the next and the next and the next until suddenly it was time for graduation and she didn't have time at all. She wonders now what would have happened had she bridged that gap.
'Fujioka-san' is what she tries to say, a casual acknowledgement for not-quite friends that had been separated by time and distance, but it is "Midori," that slips from her lips -- ten years of keeping his name tucked away and hidden in that space inside her he'd carved out for his own, and yet it is still as easy to say as the first time.
(She wonders--)
"Tomoe," He replies, and his voice is deep, deeper, pulling her back into empty club rooms and tree houses and the comfort of drinking tea in silence; the brush of his arm against hers. The warmth of his palm. His breath against her cheek.
'I'll be there.' He'd told her.
She closes her eyes and
(--wonders what would've happened had she kissed him--)
takes that one step towards him.