Alcohol and Sunshine ??/Uruha
Title- Alcohol and Sunshine
Chapter- 1/1
Author- ultramarinelime
Beta - ultramarinelime
Genre- fluff, romance
Warnings- none
Rating- G
Pairings/Characters- ??/Uruha
Word Count- 480
Summary- Then he was sunshine, one little smile filling a room from corner to corner. Every move was comedy and poetry, and watching him was seeing normality and chaos compromise.
Disclaimer- Slavery is illegal…
Comments- I have no idea where this story came from o.o But I hope you guys enjoy it! The other half of the pairing is up to the imagination, so do with it what you will J (And let me know who it sounded like to you)
Some days he was alcohol, intoxicating, confusing, and dizzying. Watching him was like being high; sometimes blissfully, sometimes sickeningly. Like when you’re sure your head is floating and everything in your stomach is trying to follow it. He couldn’t make up his mind, couldn’t stay still, and had a temper with a near lethal edge. It was the good and the bad; the take it or leave it.
Other days he was ice, frozen in character like a mannequin. Everything in his world was guitar chords and finding the perfect mask for the camera. And watching him was witnessing art in the glorious making. He smiled at all the right moments, remained stoned faced at others, and somehow his persona pulled the whole idea together. It was the pride and determination; the common denominator.
Then he was sunshine, one little smile filling a room from corner to corner. Every move was comedy and poetry, and watching him was seeing normality and chaos compromise. It was as though he let the stress and pressure role off his shoulders for a time and let himself completely break free of the persona. It was the inexistence of the fine line we all struggled to walk on, the ability to remember who he really was when he had to be someone else so frequently. It was beauty and innocence; the thing which made us different.
Of all the things he was, however, my favorite was nicotine; addicting and calming. His skin was soft and pale like smoke sprawled out across violet sheets, his hair wispy across his tired face. And it was in those moments I got to see a side of him no one else did. The side of him that craved warmth and affection like a lonely child, and clung to it with a sort of calm desperation. It was the side of him that granted me soft good morning kisses and warm arms around me when I woke. And it brought out a side of me that gave him the same. It was longing and need, but most of all it was understanding and comfort; that which kept us close and sated.
Uruha was a lot of things in the spectrum. Some were good and some were bad, and some were what fell in between those two extremes. But of all of those things only one truly mattered to me; he was mine. And when I could tell myself that and know it was true, nothing else seemed to matter so much. It was love, and we both knew. I’ve never been sure if it is the kind of love that makes two people last forever, but it’s love all the same; that little word which keeps us coming back for more.