[fic] Holiday Exchange: Stormy Skies in Your Eyes
Reminder! The submission period has been open since December 20. Feel free to submit your gifts from now through December 26, 2010!
That said, I have an anonymous submission from the holiday exchange! ♥
Gift For: liathcosan
Author: Anon (CN: hyunseungie)
Title: Stormy Skies in Your Eyes
Character(s)/Pairing: Senshirou/Kuroto
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: It's a rainy night.
It’s raining.
But it’s always raining on nights like these. Kuroto can hear the pelt of the fat raindrops beating against the rooftop of the old house, the thundering boom of lightning that ignites the sky behind the shouji doors and the darkness that echoes through the night. It only takes a few milliseconds of light to fill the sky for Kuroto to make out the shift of the tree’s limbs and the shadows that play against the thin paper walls that encase him from the thunderous roar outside-reminding him how tentative and fragile tranquility is-as if he really needed the reminder. He’s felt life slipping through his fingers often enough to not need the added burden and annoyance of a little storm to bring back memories of a lifetime lived, forgotten, and remembered once again.
Another thunderous bellow rings through his ears, nearly masking the sound of the door opening. Kuroto’s golden eyes slowly open and focus on the tall figure whose dark shadow blocks the dim light of the adjacent room. The figure steps inside, closes the door, and once again nothing but the random spurges of lightning are allowed to ignite the room in light.
“Sitting in the dark again, hun?”
It’s Senshirou’s voice that wavers in over the thunder outside, a steady cadence in the turbulence that rages in the world beyond the shouji doors. His heavy sock-covered feet pad lightly against the tatami mats until he sits down opposite Kuroto. A light clank of glass against wood fills the silence left by the absence of Kuroto’s words as Senshirou slides a mug across the table toward him. A misty steam rises from the bellows of it’s dark belly and Kuroto can spell the light scent of caramel and coffee filling his nostrils.
“I put in extra chocolate and caramel just like you like.” Senshirou comments needlessly, filling the nothingness between them with simple words he doesn’t need to speak. Kuroto reaches for the coffee and the warmth that touches his lips is as sweet as the mixed drink itself. Kuroto would have known it would have been made just to his preference without Senshirou speaking a word-he’s always known Senshirou does these little things for him-anything the other man can do to ease the burden another lifetime has left him with, to ease the shadows he lives and drifts in.
He hears Senshirou leaning back and looking toward the shouji doors. Kuroto images he’s thinking the same thing he was thinking moments ago-how fragile the world of peace and war really is-just as how fragile that thin paper separating their comfortable world from the raging storm outside is.
“Ah…I bet it’s really beautiful out there.”
Kuroto blinks and has to look toward Senshirou. The light of another bolt of thunder ignites the room just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the slight smile that’s resting on the other man’s lips. “Wha….what?” It’s the only thing that Kuroto can mutter as he sets the coffee mug on the table.
“Don’t you think it’s beautiful-all that chaos out there?”
“No, no I don’t.”
Senshirou’s still not looking toward him, just staring at the closed doors and no doubt imaging the scene that’s hidden from their view. “Why not? Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. I think the intensity of that storm out there is a beautiful, precious thing…” He turns to look at him and Kuroto can feel the discomfort of his stare all the way in the pit of his stomach. “It reminds me of you.”
Kuroto doesn’t know what to say-just knows he can’t say anything when his heart's pounding so fast that he’s sure it’s thudding beat against his rib cage is louder than that entire storm brewing outdoors.
Senshirou looks away from him and Kuroto can feel the ache in his heart slowly dissipating. The other man seems lost in thought, eyes partly closed behind the thin-rimmed glasses that hide their golden depth.
Slowly, Kuroto found his words. “That much intensity…you say it’s beautiful but intensity focused to such an extend is a dangerous thing. Life is dangerous, that storm out there is dangerous. Do you really think something that can kill so heartlessly and easily-something that can tear trees from their roots and destroy the world around us-can really be a thing of beauty?”
“Of course,” Senshirou says without hesitation.
“Why?” Kuroto couldn’t help the irritation that came through his teeth, a hiss that held all his confusion, doubt, and disbelief in Senshirou’s words.
“Because someone needs to love it and find beauty it in, Kuroto. Not everything in this world is easily appreciated-life is hard, often broken, and messed up-but that doesn’t mean there can’t be beauty in it’s broken state. It’s the same with this storm. It may be a destructive thing that follows a dangerous path-but it can’t help that it was born from the combination of winds and rain-and all the other elements that created it-it doesn’t mean it deserves to be loved and admired any less than the calm beauty of a peaceful day.”
Kuroto could only stare at him, slowly digesting his words as well as the gaze locked deep within Senshirou's eyes.
Senshirou’s sigh followed on the heel of his words as he stood. “Enjoy your coffee, Kuroto. Maybe when you’re finished you’ll join me in the library for a little reading while I paint? I’d like the company if you’re up to it.”
Kuroto looked over at the shouji doors and then back at Senshirou and the man’s soft eyes. He didn’t say anything as he stood, taking the coffee mug with him. “I think I’ll join you now.”
He moved to join Senshirou, separating the distance between them. “But no more talk about storms, destruction, and intensity. Just paint something that doesn’t need explanation in order for me to find it beautiful.”
Senshirou smiled and held out his hand for Kuroto to take. “It’s a deal.”
That said, I have an anonymous submission from the holiday exchange! ♥
Gift For: liathcosan
Author: Anon (CN: hyunseungie)
Title: Stormy Skies in Your Eyes
Character(s)/Pairing: Senshirou/Kuroto
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: It's a rainy night.
It’s raining.
But it’s always raining on nights like these. Kuroto can hear the pelt of the fat raindrops beating against the rooftop of the old house, the thundering boom of lightning that ignites the sky behind the shouji doors and the darkness that echoes through the night. It only takes a few milliseconds of light to fill the sky for Kuroto to make out the shift of the tree’s limbs and the shadows that play against the thin paper walls that encase him from the thunderous roar outside-reminding him how tentative and fragile tranquility is-as if he really needed the reminder. He’s felt life slipping through his fingers often enough to not need the added burden and annoyance of a little storm to bring back memories of a lifetime lived, forgotten, and remembered once again.
Another thunderous bellow rings through his ears, nearly masking the sound of the door opening. Kuroto’s golden eyes slowly open and focus on the tall figure whose dark shadow blocks the dim light of the adjacent room. The figure steps inside, closes the door, and once again nothing but the random spurges of lightning are allowed to ignite the room in light.
“Sitting in the dark again, hun?”
It’s Senshirou’s voice that wavers in over the thunder outside, a steady cadence in the turbulence that rages in the world beyond the shouji doors. His heavy sock-covered feet pad lightly against the tatami mats until he sits down opposite Kuroto. A light clank of glass against wood fills the silence left by the absence of Kuroto’s words as Senshirou slides a mug across the table toward him. A misty steam rises from the bellows of it’s dark belly and Kuroto can spell the light scent of caramel and coffee filling his nostrils.
“I put in extra chocolate and caramel just like you like.” Senshirou comments needlessly, filling the nothingness between them with simple words he doesn’t need to speak. Kuroto reaches for the coffee and the warmth that touches his lips is as sweet as the mixed drink itself. Kuroto would have known it would have been made just to his preference without Senshirou speaking a word-he’s always known Senshirou does these little things for him-anything the other man can do to ease the burden another lifetime has left him with, to ease the shadows he lives and drifts in.
He hears Senshirou leaning back and looking toward the shouji doors. Kuroto images he’s thinking the same thing he was thinking moments ago-how fragile the world of peace and war really is-just as how fragile that thin paper separating their comfortable world from the raging storm outside is.
“Ah…I bet it’s really beautiful out there.”
Kuroto blinks and has to look toward Senshirou. The light of another bolt of thunder ignites the room just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the slight smile that’s resting on the other man’s lips. “Wha….what?” It’s the only thing that Kuroto can mutter as he sets the coffee mug on the table.
“Don’t you think it’s beautiful-all that chaos out there?”
“No, no I don’t.”
Senshirou’s still not looking toward him, just staring at the closed doors and no doubt imaging the scene that’s hidden from their view. “Why not? Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. I think the intensity of that storm out there is a beautiful, precious thing…” He turns to look at him and Kuroto can feel the discomfort of his stare all the way in the pit of his stomach. “It reminds me of you.”
Kuroto doesn’t know what to say-just knows he can’t say anything when his heart's pounding so fast that he’s sure it’s thudding beat against his rib cage is louder than that entire storm brewing outdoors.
Senshirou looks away from him and Kuroto can feel the ache in his heart slowly dissipating. The other man seems lost in thought, eyes partly closed behind the thin-rimmed glasses that hide their golden depth.
Slowly, Kuroto found his words. “That much intensity…you say it’s beautiful but intensity focused to such an extend is a dangerous thing. Life is dangerous, that storm out there is dangerous. Do you really think something that can kill so heartlessly and easily-something that can tear trees from their roots and destroy the world around us-can really be a thing of beauty?”
“Of course,” Senshirou says without hesitation.
“Why?” Kuroto couldn’t help the irritation that came through his teeth, a hiss that held all his confusion, doubt, and disbelief in Senshirou’s words.
“Because someone needs to love it and find beauty it in, Kuroto. Not everything in this world is easily appreciated-life is hard, often broken, and messed up-but that doesn’t mean there can’t be beauty in it’s broken state. It’s the same with this storm. It may be a destructive thing that follows a dangerous path-but it can’t help that it was born from the combination of winds and rain-and all the other elements that created it-it doesn’t mean it deserves to be loved and admired any less than the calm beauty of a peaceful day.”
Kuroto could only stare at him, slowly digesting his words as well as the gaze locked deep within Senshirou's eyes.
Senshirou’s sigh followed on the heel of his words as he stood. “Enjoy your coffee, Kuroto. Maybe when you’re finished you’ll join me in the library for a little reading while I paint? I’d like the company if you’re up to it.”
Kuroto looked over at the shouji doors and then back at Senshirou and the man’s soft eyes. He didn’t say anything as he stood, taking the coffee mug with him. “I think I’ll join you now.”
He moved to join Senshirou, separating the distance between them. “But no more talk about storms, destruction, and intensity. Just paint something that doesn’t need explanation in order for me to find it beautiful.”
Senshirou smiled and held out his hand for Kuroto to take. “It’s a deal.”