RyoxUchi fic: A Floating City
A Floating City
Rating: G
Pairings: RyoxUchi
Genre: does 'confusing shit' count as a genre?
The Floating City. A city where the only truth was the dream. A place men went to forget their past, waste their present, and loose their future. A city of silk, tea, soft skin and a hazy dream of love the morning after.
The very same city Nishikido Ryo found himself staggering into beneath the light of the full moon one stifling august night. He didn’t know what he was looking for; just that he was looking for something.
Signs lost their definition, streets blurred together, and people became flickers of colour and the fading smell of jasmine or chamomile.
A door slid aside to offer him entry and his last lucid thought filtered through his dreamy haze - is this heaven? - before he was lost in soft brown eyes, gentle lips like flower petals, and the lingering scent of roses that lasted into the next morning.
Rating: G
Pairings: RyoxUchi
Genre: does 'confusing shit' count as a genre?
The Floating City. A city where the only truth was the dream. A place men went to forget their past, waste their present, and loose their future. A city of silk, tea, soft skin and a hazy dream of love the morning after.
The very same city Nishikido Ryo found himself staggering into beneath the light of the full moon one stifling august night. He didn’t know what he was looking for; just that he was looking for something.
Signs lost their definition, streets blurred together, and people became flickers of colour and the fading smell of jasmine or chamomile.
A door slid aside to offer him entry and his last lucid thought filtered through his dreamy haze - is this heaven? - before he was lost in soft brown eyes, gentle lips like flower petals, and the lingering scent of roses that lasted into the next morning.