Fasten [February 15th] [Kurofai] [Tsubasa]
Title :: Fasten
Prompt :: February 15th, “Unfeathering hope one-handed” [31_days]
Pairing :: Kurofai
Rating :: PG-13
Warnings :: Set in Nihon; allusions to spoilers.
Wordcount :: 145
Summary :: He sits at the side of the futon, carefully poised but the arch of his back almost something like relaxed, and watches the way the dimming light glints off the metal beside him.
He sits at the side of the futon, carefully poised but the arch of his back almost something like relaxed, and watches the way the dimming light glints off the metal beside him.
And he knows that he is being watched as well, and for the first time finds the knowledge comforting rather than constricting; calmly raises gold to meet red that glint somehow just as sharply.
And he smiles, for no reason beyond the fact he thinks there is reason to, here.
The simple lift of a dark brow says So you’re still not running, then, even if neither of them has any real need to speak; and he answers with a laugh, shifting in one fluid motion to pin the larger man beneath him on the bed, smile quickly slipping into an outright smirk.
(No, but maybe I still want to be caught.)
Prompt :: February 15th, “Unfeathering hope one-handed” [31_days]
Pairing :: Kurofai
Rating :: PG-13
Warnings :: Set in Nihon; allusions to spoilers.
Wordcount :: 145
Summary :: He sits at the side of the futon, carefully poised but the arch of his back almost something like relaxed, and watches the way the dimming light glints off the metal beside him.
He sits at the side of the futon, carefully poised but the arch of his back almost something like relaxed, and watches the way the dimming light glints off the metal beside him.
And he knows that he is being watched as well, and for the first time finds the knowledge comforting rather than constricting; calmly raises gold to meet red that glint somehow just as sharply.
And he smiles, for no reason beyond the fact he thinks there is reason to, here.
The simple lift of a dark brow says So you’re still not running, then, even if neither of them has any real need to speak; and he answers with a laugh, shifting in one fluid motion to pin the larger man beneath him on the bed, smile quickly slipping into an outright smirk.
(No, but maybe I still want to be caught.)