I'll be dropping by today [Closed]
Characters: Okita Souji (spannertime) and Hijikata Toshizou (smokydemon).
Content: After a year apart, Souji and Hijikata reunite!
Setting: Convoy - Souji (and Hijikata's) cabin.
Time: The evening of May 5th.
Warnings: GAY. Possible lapses into extreme sentimentality. The distinct possibility of the log ending in "oh God I haven't seen you in a year" sex. Hijikata's attitude. Hijikata's smoking. Souji's trappishness. I think that's it?
Hijikata spent the walk to the cabin--Souji's cabin, his own new cabin--imagining what it would look like inside. The carefully made bed, the warm, natural lighting, the small mechanical parts stored tidily in various drawers and containers... the same things that had been the hallmarks of every space Souji had occupied in the past ten years.
It looked more or less as he'd expected, honestly. A part of him was relieved to see that, as he set his bag down in an empty corner. Good, he thought. Maybe this year hasn't changed him too much. He'd thought of Souji every day that he'd been gone; it was deeply uncomfortable to admit to himself, but if there wasn't a place for him in the boy's life anymore, it would just about break his heart. The thought that he could still predict his habits so easily was comforting, and he allowed himself to hold on to that comfort for the time being.
Lighting his pipe, he began a closer examination of the room. It was only then that he noticed...
A slightly battered book lying on the desk, one whose contents he didn't have to look at to recognize. In the top drawer, his spare smoking pipe, wrapped up in one of his handkerchiefs and tucked in lovingly beside his favorite cufflinks, his red hair tie, a small bottle of his cologne, a few other little accessories that he recognized. A shirt far too big for Souji, folded up on top of the bed and smelling very faintly of the cologne.
The apartment he'd been living in for the past year had never felt like home. Yet somehow, this room that he'd never set eyes on already did. That was a dangerous feeling, and he tried to suppress it.
He put everything back the way he'd found it. Then, he sat down in the chair to finish his pipe and wait, pretending to himself that he wasn't nervous about seeing the mechanic again after so long.
Content: After a year apart, Souji and Hijikata reunite!
Setting: Convoy - Souji (and Hijikata's) cabin.
Time: The evening of May 5th.
Warnings: GAY. Possible lapses into extreme sentimentality. The distinct possibility of the log ending in "oh God I haven't seen you in a year" sex. Hijikata's attitude. Hijikata's smoking. Souji's trappishness. I think that's it?
Hijikata spent the walk to the cabin--Souji's cabin, his own new cabin--imagining what it would look like inside. The carefully made bed, the warm, natural lighting, the small mechanical parts stored tidily in various drawers and containers... the same things that had been the hallmarks of every space Souji had occupied in the past ten years.
It looked more or less as he'd expected, honestly. A part of him was relieved to see that, as he set his bag down in an empty corner. Good, he thought. Maybe this year hasn't changed him too much. He'd thought of Souji every day that he'd been gone; it was deeply uncomfortable to admit to himself, but if there wasn't a place for him in the boy's life anymore, it would just about break his heart. The thought that he could still predict his habits so easily was comforting, and he allowed himself to hold on to that comfort for the time being.
Lighting his pipe, he began a closer examination of the room. It was only then that he noticed...
A slightly battered book lying on the desk, one whose contents he didn't have to look at to recognize. In the top drawer, his spare smoking pipe, wrapped up in one of his handkerchiefs and tucked in lovingly beside his favorite cufflinks, his red hair tie, a small bottle of his cologne, a few other little accessories that he recognized. A shirt far too big for Souji, folded up on top of the bed and smelling very faintly of the cologne.
The apartment he'd been living in for the past year had never felt like home. Yet somehow, this room that he'd never set eyes on already did. That was a dangerous feeling, and he tried to suppress it.
He put everything back the way he'd found it. Then, he sat down in the chair to finish his pipe and wait, pretending to himself that he wasn't nervous about seeing the mechanic again after so long.