[FIC] what dreams may come - chapter 1 [Kakashi/Iruka]
Title: what dreams may come
Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka | Iruka/Kakashi
Author: Kuri (sub_textual) for Kakashi and Shi (shi_chan06) for Iruka
Rating: R
Summary: Semi-AU. Kakashi and Iruka return without their memories of sharing a life together, and find each other once more through dreams. Set in post-fourth war canon.
Notes: Nonlinear timeline; dense, complicated narrative with shifting narrators and points of view.
He's not sure how it begins, only how it ends.
They sit on a stretch of white sand, hand in hand, watching waves lap against the shore. It is summer, and the sky stretches wide and endless above. The blue seems to go on forever, and Kakashi almost thinks for a moment that maybe it does. That this moment might last as long as the sky is high, and if he closes his eyes he might be able to pretend that it will. Even if nothing lasts forever, because it never can. Not the endlessness of the sky, or the calmness of the sea, or this moment where he sits hand in hand with a man whose face is blotted out by the brightness of the sun. The glow illuminates him, cuts a silhouette out of him in light.
"The tide is rising," he says, and ( Kakashi thinks he can picture a smile fading in those words. )
Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka | Iruka/Kakashi
Author: Kuri (sub_textual) for Kakashi and Shi (shi_chan06) for Iruka
Rating: R
Summary: Semi-AU. Kakashi and Iruka return without their memories of sharing a life together, and find each other once more through dreams. Set in post-fourth war canon.
Notes: Nonlinear timeline; dense, complicated narrative with shifting narrators and points of view.
He's not sure how it begins, only how it ends.
They sit on a stretch of white sand, hand in hand, watching waves lap against the shore. It is summer, and the sky stretches wide and endless above. The blue seems to go on forever, and Kakashi almost thinks for a moment that maybe it does. That this moment might last as long as the sky is high, and if he closes his eyes he might be able to pretend that it will. Even if nothing lasts forever, because it never can. Not the endlessness of the sky, or the calmness of the sea, or this moment where he sits hand in hand with a man whose face is blotted out by the brightness of the sun. The glow illuminates him, cuts a silhouette out of him in light.
"The tide is rising," he says, and ( Kakashi thinks he can picture a smile fading in those words. )