Ah, Yes...Evan / Lusca Drabbles <3
(For those of you who don't know, Evan and Lusca are from the amazing BL game Enzai: Falsely Accused, which I've been playing a lot when I should be writing...)
These were for enzai100 , but, considering the last post before me was from last year, I'm going to assume no one is going to find these there. Oh well. (Please note that the goal for these drabbles was to have around one hundred words, give or take, so these are short.)
Spoilers for the game (kind of) if you haven't played it.
(Also cross-posted to enzai_community , in case you were wondering...)
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Title: Dreaming Of The Day
Challenge: Twenty-eight (Reflection)
Word Count: 109
Characters: Evan, Lusca, mention of Guys
Warnings: Evan / Lusca
Summary: Lusca can’t make it to one of his meetings with Evan, so he writes a note instead.
Author’s Notes: Written at almost four in the morning after playing Enzai for a few hours. Evan’s POV.
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I pulled the envelope I got from Guys earlier out from under my mattress and turned it inside-out to read it in private. I told the kid this was about my case, but it’s not even close, save for one factor. It was from Lusca, which meant something. “I can’t wait for the day that the truth will come out and set everyone free. I dream of the day you can hold me against your chest like you used to. Sorry we couldn’t meet today. I’ll explain later. I still love you, Evan. Don’t you forget it. - Your Lusca” I held the note close and whispered, “I won’t forget.”
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Title: Heat
Challenge: Twenty-seven (Inside)
Word Count: 109
Characters: Evan, Lusca
Warnings: Evan / Lusca, sexual reminisces, lonely!Lusca
Summary: Lusca remembers what it was like to be with Evan.
Author’s Notes: I was fixing up my power point on Salieri and thought “hey, I could really go for an Evan / Lusca drabble right now,” so this popped out of my head. Lusca’s POV.
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With our last case won, we fell onto the bed sheets, completely bare to each other. A few chaste kisses and a touch or two here and there before we’d reunite, fingers twisting in his golden-brown hair as I shouted in ecstasy. He worked his very own brand of magic on me until I couldn’t stop myself from obeying his every command, including that last whispered word. Warm arms held me close to his heated skin, matching every curve of my body just right. I opened my eyes to emptiness, his side of the bed cold. I realized I was only dreaming of Evan again. I began to cry.