"my mind rebels at stagnation." ruki/uruha - 1/1.
my mind rebels at stagnation.
ruki/uruha, pg.
Ruki smokes too much, Uruha drinks too much, they argue, they kiss so rough that their lips bleed. Ruki is upset, Uruha only says what he knows will get Ruki back to him.
Ruki doesn't drink coffee in the evenings - he simply chain-smokes to the point where he begins craving a cigarette even though there's still one in his mouth. He stands there, the epitome of perfection to Uruha; one arm folded across his chest, his chin resting in the palm of his other hand, a cigrette between his fingers. His rings shine under the light, his glasses are slipping down his nose, and Uruha says, "You're upset, I can tell."
Uruha's eyes are misty; his new contacts are irritating his eyes (then again, when have his contacts not not been irritating). Ruki shakes his head, and there's certain grace in his actions. He's like a king, Uruha thinks, every single one of his actions is calculated to perfection, for maximum effect.
"Come on, I've known you for what? Eight years now? Don't pull that 'oh, I'm so deep, no one understands me' bullshit," Uruha says casually, leaning against the wall.
Ruki frowns, but begins to talk with excitement in his voice. Finally somebody is listening to him, wanting to understand (or so Ruki thinks), "It's just that I'm so tired, and confused, and I have these grand ideas but I know they're probably never going to work out, because Kai hates ninety eight percent of what I want to do." He waves his cigarette around to illustrate imaginary stage set ideas that will never come to life and will only manifest in his mind.
"You know what Kai's like," Uruha says softly, "he just doesn't want our budget to become so big that we become more expensive than a Pirates of the Caribbean movie."
And suddenly it feels like his point has become meaningless. Ruki looks away; ashes are falling to the ground; there's that sharp noise that Uruha's rings make once they hit the wall. They're both waiting, waiting for something that will come and rescue them and make everything okay. Because they're never okay - Ruki smokes too much, Uruha drinks too much, they argue, they kiss so rough that their lips bleed.
Uruha looks down at his hands, like they've suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the world. "I miss you," he says nonchalantly, and suddenly he realises the absurdity of professing his feelings in a changing room. The lights are flickering; the shadows dance across Ruki's face.
"Yeah, me too."
Uruha leans forward, pressing a kiss against Ruki's forehead. "Let's go home, hmm?" he murmurs, and Ruki slightly nods in response. It feels strange how they have been reduced to the simplest of actions and words, when there are times when Uruha has to throw things at Ruki in order to shut him up. But perhaps that's how it's meant to be.
Perhaps that's how they're meant to be. Loud and obvious, but quiet and unassuming. Ruki takes Uruha's hand; Uruha can already feel Ruki's rings digging into his skin, but he doesn't say anything. It's too early in the evening for arguments.
ruki/uruha, pg.
Ruki smokes too much, Uruha drinks too much, they argue, they kiss so rough that their lips bleed. Ruki is upset, Uruha only says what he knows will get Ruki back to him.
Ruki doesn't drink coffee in the evenings - he simply chain-smokes to the point where he begins craving a cigarette even though there's still one in his mouth. He stands there, the epitome of perfection to Uruha; one arm folded across his chest, his chin resting in the palm of his other hand, a cigrette between his fingers. His rings shine under the light, his glasses are slipping down his nose, and Uruha says, "You're upset, I can tell."
Uruha's eyes are misty; his new contacts are irritating his eyes (then again, when have his contacts not not been irritating). Ruki shakes his head, and there's certain grace in his actions. He's like a king, Uruha thinks, every single one of his actions is calculated to perfection, for maximum effect.
"Come on, I've known you for what? Eight years now? Don't pull that 'oh, I'm so deep, no one understands me' bullshit," Uruha says casually, leaning against the wall.
Ruki frowns, but begins to talk with excitement in his voice. Finally somebody is listening to him, wanting to understand (or so Ruki thinks), "It's just that I'm so tired, and confused, and I have these grand ideas but I know they're probably never going to work out, because Kai hates ninety eight percent of what I want to do." He waves his cigarette around to illustrate imaginary stage set ideas that will never come to life and will only manifest in his mind.
"You know what Kai's like," Uruha says softly, "he just doesn't want our budget to become so big that we become more expensive than a Pirates of the Caribbean movie."
And suddenly it feels like his point has become meaningless. Ruki looks away; ashes are falling to the ground; there's that sharp noise that Uruha's rings make once they hit the wall. They're both waiting, waiting for something that will come and rescue them and make everything okay. Because they're never okay - Ruki smokes too much, Uruha drinks too much, they argue, they kiss so rough that their lips bleed.
Uruha looks down at his hands, like they've suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the world. "I miss you," he says nonchalantly, and suddenly he realises the absurdity of professing his feelings in a changing room. The lights are flickering; the shadows dance across Ruki's face.
"Yeah, me too."
Uruha leans forward, pressing a kiss against Ruki's forehead. "Let's go home, hmm?" he murmurs, and Ruki slightly nods in response. It feels strange how they have been reduced to the simplest of actions and words, when there are times when Uruha has to throw things at Ruki in order to shut him up. But perhaps that's how it's meant to be.
Perhaps that's how they're meant to be. Loud and obvious, but quiet and unassuming. Ruki takes Uruha's hand; Uruha can already feel Ruki's rings digging into his skin, but he doesn't say anything. It's too early in the evening for arguments.