Fic ~ Why Getting Anything Done Around Aiba Is Impossible
It’s a series. I caved…. It’s not going to be an endless story though. *Trying to convince self* You see,
jenny_desu gave me the prompt and asked me to write it and I liked the idea so much, I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it justice as a one-shot. And thus, my first ‘series’ was born. (Ai - Baby is a trilogy so doesn’t count)
Also, I'm not posting this to the comm until chapter one is posted because the plot doesn't really kick in until then. Right now, it's pure fluff!
Title: Spiral (Prologue ~ Ouroboros)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Sakurai/Aiba
Word Count: 2,300
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: Having the perfect partner can actually play havoc with a perfect relationship. That’s when a person needs their close friends the most. Except, what if your partner and your closest friend were the same person?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Arashi. I’m just using them to entertain myself. (Just like Jonny) ¬_¬ Neither did I come up with the basic concept of this story; I have simply written it at the request of
jenny_desu. I took your idea babe, and I ran with it!
Spiral
Prologue ~ Ouroboros
Aiba Masaki was not known for his calmness. He knew that there was some truth to this perception of him, but it was not entirely accurate either. In matters that concerned the welfare of others, he could be amazingly composed. He might lack the saintly patience of one Sakurai Sho, but he was not always as excitable as a kid at Christmas.
Besides, it was hardly fair to compare the two friends. Next to the well educated, serious and ridiculously kind news caster, even Buddha would seem immature. And Aiba thought he was far too skinny to be Buddha. He openly confessed that he had a tendency towards over-excitement and that he sometimes had the attention span of a gnat, but he did know when it was time to settle down focus.
Admittedly, the times he did need to put his nose to the grindstone were few and far between, and even then, they were mostly times when he was alone. Just because few people ever witnessed his more serious moments, did not mean he did not have them. Frankly, when Aiba really buckled-down, he could be just as productive as the other man.
This was not one of those times.
Bouncing impatiently from one foot to the other, he stood behind the sofa of the studio greenroom. His mid-length, chemically lightened, hair fell in front of his almond eyes as he leaned over the back of the furnishing and tried to get the attention of the man seated upon its cushions. While his friend worked quietly on his laptop, Aiba’s actions caused the sofa to vibrate with his movement. Sakurai Sho did not appear to notice.
Sighing in a mixture of annoyance and boredom, the lithe young man addressed his busy friend. “Everyone left ages ago Sho-chan.” He complained. “I want to go home.”
Taking his eyes from the illuminated screen for a moment, the slightly older male met Aiba’s gaze. “Then go ahead.” He replied evenly. A tolerant smile took the sting out of his words before he turned back to his work.
Frustrated, the athletic young man literally flipped. Using his arms to pull himself up and over, Aiba Masaki somersaulted over the back of the sofa and landed lightly in the seat beside his long time friend. “Careful!” The well built man laughingly cautioned his hyper-active companion, leaning away from the man and cradling his laptop as if to shield the device. “What’s up with you today?” Sakurai asked with a grin. “You’ve been even more high tension than usual.”
Resting his head on Sakurai’s shoulder the childlike man snuggled persuasively to the older mans side. “Nothing….” He replied unconvincingly. Aiba knew his answer would not fool Sakurai; they knew each other too well and too long to be able to truly deceive each other. While outsiders held a slightly skewed perception of their personalities, the two friends were close enough to see passed the veneer they crafted for the public.
For ten years, both men had been working together in a group as Idols. Trained to sing and dance, they lived their lives under the scrutiny of the camera. Tailoring their public images and striving to meet the expectations of unpredictable fans, they sacrificed many freedoms. It was only within the group that they could and did reveal themselves more openly. And for Aiba Masaki, it was only to Sakurai that he exposed himself completely.
Automatically, Sho put an arm around the shoulders of the younger man. “I’m nearly done with this.” He sighed; yielding to the tall mans distracting influence. “I can finish the rest tomorrow.”
Aiba beamed triumphantly. “So you are still coming over to my place tonight?”
“Of course.” His tone implied that Aiba should not have needed to ask. “I said I would, didn’t I?”
The younger man agreed readily: “You did.” One thing Masaki felt the public had right was the perception of Sakurai’s reliability. While the well educated man sometimes acted silly for the cameras, he was utterly dependable. For that reason, he had been given the additional task of a news caster; work for which Aiba was currently interrupting.
The young man felt a little guilty for distracting his diligent friend. Sakurai’s dedication to his work was, after all, one of the qualities he admired most in the man. His seemingly selfish actions, however, were not without reason. The tall Idol had made plans with the news caster; plans that could not wait for the next day.
To that end, Aiba had invited Sakurai to his apartment that morning. His friend had seemed doubtful at first. The pair had already arranged to spend time together over the weekend, and Sakurai knew he would have work that needed completing. At Masaki’s insistence, however, he had conceded.
Sho had always found it difficult to deny the vivacious young man anything. Lately, it had become simply impossible to refuse.
The two men had been close friends for years, but a sort time ago, the relationship they shared had evolved. It had been some months since the friends had acknowledged that change and began dating. Their relationship could not be conducted in public, of course, but the pair was more than happy to keep their special liaison private. Of the thousands of people who watched the Idols’ lives, only the other members of their group were privy to the change in the status of Aiba and Sakurai’s bond.
Although, Sho supposed Aiba’s manager knew more than he revealed; the man had come by too often, while Sho was visiting, not to be suspicious. But if the savvy businessman had any thoughts on his clients’ personal life, he did not voice them.
Finally, the intelligent young Idol closed the laptop and the two men made ready to leave. “You know, Aiba-chan,” He began as he got to his feet and casually helped his partner up. “You still haven’t told me what this is all about.” He reminded the man.
Bounding across the room the lighter haired man stood at the door, holding it open. “There doesn’t need to be a reason, does there?” He asked innocently. “Maybe I just want to see more of you.”
Throwing his head back in a bark of laughter, Sho preceded him out of the room. “Masaki, we see each other nearly every day.” He pointed out as his boyfriend fell into step beside him. Side by side they walked down the empty corridor of the television station.
“That’s different.” Aiba argued with a smile. “That’s work.”
Sakurai could not dispute that fact. Truthfully, any private time they were granted as Idols, was short at best: Finding the time to be together in those rare moments often proved difficult. Quite aside from their various individual jobs, they also had commitments to their respective friends and families; none of whom were aware of the relationship between the pair.
For that reason, the brawny young man did not mind putting aside his work for Masaki’s sake. However, he did not quite understand the younger mans insistence that it had to be that very night. “We are seeing each other on Saturday, after all.” He explained when he mentioned his reservations as the pair left the building. “It’s not like I’ll vanish in the space of twenty-four hours.”
Sliding into the drivers’ seat of his car, Aiba waited for the other man to buckle in before replying. “That’s true.” He put the key in the ignition and started the engine. “But tomorrow afternoon isn’t today.” He added stubbornly.
As the vehicle pulled out of the car-park and onto the road, Sho could only smile. He knew that the nonsensical words that came from his exuberant partner usually made perfect sense eventually. He had simply to exercise some of the patience he was so famous for, and everything would become clear. Relaxing into the passenger seat, the benevolent young man cast a sidelong look and the driver and waited.
The journey passed in comfortable silence and it was only when they reached their destination that Aiba explained himself fully.
The moment Masaki closed his front door he wrapped his long arms around the man in front of him. Sakurai, with his back to the man and in the process of toeing off his shoes, stumbled. “Whoa… that’s dangerous Masaki.” He admonished the man, although he did not sound entirely displeased.
Aiba grinned. It was only here - behind the closed doors of his home - where the couple dared demonstrate their feelings openly. Treating each other with a certain degree of affection in public was permissible, but any further intimacy was strictly off limits for the celebrity men. Because of this and the fact that Sakurai still lived with his family, their ‘dates’ were limited to time spent together within Aiba’s home.
Releasing the man with a quick kiss to his dimpled cheek, Aiba stepped out of his own shoes and led his boyfriend to the main room. Stopping abruptly in the middle of the room, he put restraining hands on Sakurai’s strong shoulders. “Wait a minute Sho-chan.”
“Huh!?” Aiba disappeared swiftly down the hallway leaving Sho blinking in surprise. He heard the younger man banging around his bedroom. “Aiba-chan, what are you doing?” He called out. The muscular young man felt a little foolish stood in the middle of his boyfriends’ living room for no apparent reason.
Masaki’s breathy tones drifted from the other room. “I have something for Sho-chan.” He sounded slightly distracted. “I’m looking f- Ah~! Found it!” Jubilantly he returned at full speed to the living room.
Sho stared as the young man came to a stop in front of him. The taller mans eyes shone brightly and his smile lit up his handsome face. “Wh-what?” He stumbled over the word. The mixture of confusion at the situation and the constant amazement he suffered when in the company of the attractive young man left little room for rational thought.
Breathless, excited and smiling with his whole being, Aiba extended the object in his hands towards the older man. “A present.” The skinny black box was about the same length as Aiba’s hand and unwrapped. He enjoyed watching Sakurai’s eyes widen and his jaw drop open. At Sho’s look of utter bewilderment, he chuckled. Masaki knew the man was wondering what occasion warranted a gift, and trying to recall if he had forgotten something.
“Aiba-chan… this isn’t a special occasion.” After thinking about it carefully, Sakurai was sure of this fact. The conscientious caster was not the type to forget important dates.
“Ah… but it is!” He stated a little smugly; the excitable young men did not often have the chance to outdo his kind friend and lover. “It’s a six-month anniversary!”
Absently, the older man took the proffered gift, but made no move to open it. “Masaki,” he began instead, drawing the man with him toward the couch. “We’ve only been dating for four months…” He made the statement with a smile as they sat down. He used a teasing tone, however, with an expression that implied his boyfriend just might be deranged.
Laughing because he knew he had the upper hand, Aiba clarified. “Of the first time I kissed you Sho-kun! You know, when it wasn’t just joking for a TV show or a concert?”
“But that…” Sakurai thought back. “But that’s next week.”
Aiba was elated - but not surprised - that Sho would remember that moment in their changing relationship, but it was not the moment he had meant. “Nope.” He shook his head for emphasis. “The first time I kissed you, was six months ago today.”
“Eh? What are you talking about?”
Smirking, Aiba leaned in close. “You were asleep.” He whispered conspiratorially. Aiba thought the dumbfounded shock on Sakurai’s fair features made it worth keeping the secret all this time. He also thought it made the man look adorably cute, but he chose not to say it aloud. Instead, he had a quick change of mood and nudged Sho impatiently. “Hurry up and open it!” He commanded, referring to the gift that the older man held loosely in one hand.
Breaking out of his shock induced stupor, the chiselled young man gave his boyfriend a quelling look. “Wait a moment.” Arching a single brow he gazed sternly Masaki. “Why would you kiss me in my sleep? Why would you kiss anyone in their sleep? Do you go around looking for random sleepers and kissing them?”
“No way!” He denied, playfully smacking Sho’s arm at the suggestion. Matter-of-factly, he added: “Nino dared me to do it.”
Sakurai took a deep breath but, unable to find the appropriate words for this revelation, he simply expelled it again as a sigh. He had come to understand that, with Masaki, it was sometimes better not to ask questions. The younger man watched him expectantly as, with a wry curve of his lips, he focused on the small box in his hand.
Opening the package, he studied the object inside. Attached to a long silver chain, the slightly gothic design of the pendant drew his eye. The image was one of a serpent biting its own tail, forming a perfect circle. A symbol of something that was both self-sustaining and eternal, the ornament glinted dully in the muted light of the room.
The ebony haired man had always admired Aiba’s good taste, to the point that most of his favourite outfits had been selected by the tall man, yet he could not help being surprised. He wondered if the younger man had actually chosen the piece knowing the significance of the design or whether it was just the ascetic which appealed to him. Somehow, he did not want to ask directly, choosing instead to believe that Masaki had made the connection consciously.
“Ah… thank you….” He said at length. Even to himself, the words seemed inadequate.
“I know it’s not your usual style,” Aiba said brightly. “And you don’t have to wear it. But I thought it would suit you. It’s cool. It’s cool, right?”
Sakurai nodded. Putting the box aside for the moment, he kissed the man he loved. When he broke away, Sakurai had his arm around the younger man and pulled him to his side. Snuggled comfortably together, with Aiba’s head resting on his chest, the couple relaxed.
Sometimes, words were unnecessary.
To be continued…
HERE
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Not much to add at this point, except that I promise, more stuff will actually happen in chapter one. This is just the prologue, after all. Ah… writing preposition hurts my brain….
Comments, criticisms, opinions and ideas are all welcome! ♥
jenny_desu gave me the prompt and asked me to write it and I liked the idea so much, I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it justice as a one-shot. And thus, my first ‘series’ was born. (Ai - Baby is a trilogy so doesn’t count)
Also, I'm not posting this to the comm until chapter one is posted because the plot doesn't really kick in until then. Right now, it's pure fluff!
Title: Spiral (Prologue ~ Ouroboros)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Sakurai/Aiba
Word Count: 2,300
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: Having the perfect partner can actually play havoc with a perfect relationship. That’s when a person needs their close friends the most. Except, what if your partner and your closest friend were the same person?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Arashi. I’m just using them to entertain myself. (Just like Jonny) ¬_¬ Neither did I come up with the basic concept of this story; I have simply written it at the request of
jenny_desu. I took your idea babe, and I ran with it!
Spiral
Prologue ~ Ouroboros
Aiba Masaki was not known for his calmness. He knew that there was some truth to this perception of him, but it was not entirely accurate either. In matters that concerned the welfare of others, he could be amazingly composed. He might lack the saintly patience of one Sakurai Sho, but he was not always as excitable as a kid at Christmas.
Besides, it was hardly fair to compare the two friends. Next to the well educated, serious and ridiculously kind news caster, even Buddha would seem immature. And Aiba thought he was far too skinny to be Buddha. He openly confessed that he had a tendency towards over-excitement and that he sometimes had the attention span of a gnat, but he did know when it was time to settle down focus.
Admittedly, the times he did need to put his nose to the grindstone were few and far between, and even then, they were mostly times when he was alone. Just because few people ever witnessed his more serious moments, did not mean he did not have them. Frankly, when Aiba really buckled-down, he could be just as productive as the other man.
This was not one of those times.
Bouncing impatiently from one foot to the other, he stood behind the sofa of the studio greenroom. His mid-length, chemically lightened, hair fell in front of his almond eyes as he leaned over the back of the furnishing and tried to get the attention of the man seated upon its cushions. While his friend worked quietly on his laptop, Aiba’s actions caused the sofa to vibrate with his movement. Sakurai Sho did not appear to notice.
Sighing in a mixture of annoyance and boredom, the lithe young man addressed his busy friend. “Everyone left ages ago Sho-chan.” He complained. “I want to go home.”
Taking his eyes from the illuminated screen for a moment, the slightly older male met Aiba’s gaze. “Then go ahead.” He replied evenly. A tolerant smile took the sting out of his words before he turned back to his work.
Frustrated, the athletic young man literally flipped. Using his arms to pull himself up and over, Aiba Masaki somersaulted over the back of the sofa and landed lightly in the seat beside his long time friend. “Careful!” The well built man laughingly cautioned his hyper-active companion, leaning away from the man and cradling his laptop as if to shield the device. “What’s up with you today?” Sakurai asked with a grin. “You’ve been even more high tension than usual.”
Resting his head on Sakurai’s shoulder the childlike man snuggled persuasively to the older mans side. “Nothing….” He replied unconvincingly. Aiba knew his answer would not fool Sakurai; they knew each other too well and too long to be able to truly deceive each other. While outsiders held a slightly skewed perception of their personalities, the two friends were close enough to see passed the veneer they crafted for the public.
For ten years, both men had been working together in a group as Idols. Trained to sing and dance, they lived their lives under the scrutiny of the camera. Tailoring their public images and striving to meet the expectations of unpredictable fans, they sacrificed many freedoms. It was only within the group that they could and did reveal themselves more openly. And for Aiba Masaki, it was only to Sakurai that he exposed himself completely.
Automatically, Sho put an arm around the shoulders of the younger man. “I’m nearly done with this.” He sighed; yielding to the tall mans distracting influence. “I can finish the rest tomorrow.”
Aiba beamed triumphantly. “So you are still coming over to my place tonight?”
“Of course.” His tone implied that Aiba should not have needed to ask. “I said I would, didn’t I?”
The younger man agreed readily: “You did.” One thing Masaki felt the public had right was the perception of Sakurai’s reliability. While the well educated man sometimes acted silly for the cameras, he was utterly dependable. For that reason, he had been given the additional task of a news caster; work for which Aiba was currently interrupting.
The young man felt a little guilty for distracting his diligent friend. Sakurai’s dedication to his work was, after all, one of the qualities he admired most in the man. His seemingly selfish actions, however, were not without reason. The tall Idol had made plans with the news caster; plans that could not wait for the next day.
To that end, Aiba had invited Sakurai to his apartment that morning. His friend had seemed doubtful at first. The pair had already arranged to spend time together over the weekend, and Sakurai knew he would have work that needed completing. At Masaki’s insistence, however, he had conceded.
Sho had always found it difficult to deny the vivacious young man anything. Lately, it had become simply impossible to refuse.
The two men had been close friends for years, but a sort time ago, the relationship they shared had evolved. It had been some months since the friends had acknowledged that change and began dating. Their relationship could not be conducted in public, of course, but the pair was more than happy to keep their special liaison private. Of the thousands of people who watched the Idols’ lives, only the other members of their group were privy to the change in the status of Aiba and Sakurai’s bond.
Although, Sho supposed Aiba’s manager knew more than he revealed; the man had come by too often, while Sho was visiting, not to be suspicious. But if the savvy businessman had any thoughts on his clients’ personal life, he did not voice them.
Finally, the intelligent young Idol closed the laptop and the two men made ready to leave. “You know, Aiba-chan,” He began as he got to his feet and casually helped his partner up. “You still haven’t told me what this is all about.” He reminded the man.
Bounding across the room the lighter haired man stood at the door, holding it open. “There doesn’t need to be a reason, does there?” He asked innocently. “Maybe I just want to see more of you.”
Throwing his head back in a bark of laughter, Sho preceded him out of the room. “Masaki, we see each other nearly every day.” He pointed out as his boyfriend fell into step beside him. Side by side they walked down the empty corridor of the television station.
“That’s different.” Aiba argued with a smile. “That’s work.”
Sakurai could not dispute that fact. Truthfully, any private time they were granted as Idols, was short at best: Finding the time to be together in those rare moments often proved difficult. Quite aside from their various individual jobs, they also had commitments to their respective friends and families; none of whom were aware of the relationship between the pair.
For that reason, the brawny young man did not mind putting aside his work for Masaki’s sake. However, he did not quite understand the younger mans insistence that it had to be that very night. “We are seeing each other on Saturday, after all.” He explained when he mentioned his reservations as the pair left the building. “It’s not like I’ll vanish in the space of twenty-four hours.”
Sliding into the drivers’ seat of his car, Aiba waited for the other man to buckle in before replying. “That’s true.” He put the key in the ignition and started the engine. “But tomorrow afternoon isn’t today.” He added stubbornly.
As the vehicle pulled out of the car-park and onto the road, Sho could only smile. He knew that the nonsensical words that came from his exuberant partner usually made perfect sense eventually. He had simply to exercise some of the patience he was so famous for, and everything would become clear. Relaxing into the passenger seat, the benevolent young man cast a sidelong look and the driver and waited.
The journey passed in comfortable silence and it was only when they reached their destination that Aiba explained himself fully.
The moment Masaki closed his front door he wrapped his long arms around the man in front of him. Sakurai, with his back to the man and in the process of toeing off his shoes, stumbled. “Whoa… that’s dangerous Masaki.” He admonished the man, although he did not sound entirely displeased.
Aiba grinned. It was only here - behind the closed doors of his home - where the couple dared demonstrate their feelings openly. Treating each other with a certain degree of affection in public was permissible, but any further intimacy was strictly off limits for the celebrity men. Because of this and the fact that Sakurai still lived with his family, their ‘dates’ were limited to time spent together within Aiba’s home.
Releasing the man with a quick kiss to his dimpled cheek, Aiba stepped out of his own shoes and led his boyfriend to the main room. Stopping abruptly in the middle of the room, he put restraining hands on Sakurai’s strong shoulders. “Wait a minute Sho-chan.”
“Huh!?” Aiba disappeared swiftly down the hallway leaving Sho blinking in surprise. He heard the younger man banging around his bedroom. “Aiba-chan, what are you doing?” He called out. The muscular young man felt a little foolish stood in the middle of his boyfriends’ living room for no apparent reason.
Masaki’s breathy tones drifted from the other room. “I have something for Sho-chan.” He sounded slightly distracted. “I’m looking f- Ah~! Found it!” Jubilantly he returned at full speed to the living room.
Sho stared as the young man came to a stop in front of him. The taller mans eyes shone brightly and his smile lit up his handsome face. “Wh-what?” He stumbled over the word. The mixture of confusion at the situation and the constant amazement he suffered when in the company of the attractive young man left little room for rational thought.
Breathless, excited and smiling with his whole being, Aiba extended the object in his hands towards the older man. “A present.” The skinny black box was about the same length as Aiba’s hand and unwrapped. He enjoyed watching Sakurai’s eyes widen and his jaw drop open. At Sho’s look of utter bewilderment, he chuckled. Masaki knew the man was wondering what occasion warranted a gift, and trying to recall if he had forgotten something.
“Aiba-chan… this isn’t a special occasion.” After thinking about it carefully, Sakurai was sure of this fact. The conscientious caster was not the type to forget important dates.
“Ah… but it is!” He stated a little smugly; the excitable young men did not often have the chance to outdo his kind friend and lover. “It’s a six-month anniversary!”
Absently, the older man took the proffered gift, but made no move to open it. “Masaki,” he began instead, drawing the man with him toward the couch. “We’ve only been dating for four months…” He made the statement with a smile as they sat down. He used a teasing tone, however, with an expression that implied his boyfriend just might be deranged.
Laughing because he knew he had the upper hand, Aiba clarified. “Of the first time I kissed you Sho-kun! You know, when it wasn’t just joking for a TV show or a concert?”
“But that…” Sakurai thought back. “But that’s next week.”
Aiba was elated - but not surprised - that Sho would remember that moment in their changing relationship, but it was not the moment he had meant. “Nope.” He shook his head for emphasis. “The first time I kissed you, was six months ago today.”
“Eh? What are you talking about?”
Smirking, Aiba leaned in close. “You were asleep.” He whispered conspiratorially. Aiba thought the dumbfounded shock on Sakurai’s fair features made it worth keeping the secret all this time. He also thought it made the man look adorably cute, but he chose not to say it aloud. Instead, he had a quick change of mood and nudged Sho impatiently. “Hurry up and open it!” He commanded, referring to the gift that the older man held loosely in one hand.
Breaking out of his shock induced stupor, the chiselled young man gave his boyfriend a quelling look. “Wait a moment.” Arching a single brow he gazed sternly Masaki. “Why would you kiss me in my sleep? Why would you kiss anyone in their sleep? Do you go around looking for random sleepers and kissing them?”
“No way!” He denied, playfully smacking Sho’s arm at the suggestion. Matter-of-factly, he added: “Nino dared me to do it.”
Sakurai took a deep breath but, unable to find the appropriate words for this revelation, he simply expelled it again as a sigh. He had come to understand that, with Masaki, it was sometimes better not to ask questions. The younger man watched him expectantly as, with a wry curve of his lips, he focused on the small box in his hand.
Opening the package, he studied the object inside. Attached to a long silver chain, the slightly gothic design of the pendant drew his eye. The image was one of a serpent biting its own tail, forming a perfect circle. A symbol of something that was both self-sustaining and eternal, the ornament glinted dully in the muted light of the room.
The ebony haired man had always admired Aiba’s good taste, to the point that most of his favourite outfits had been selected by the tall man, yet he could not help being surprised. He wondered if the younger man had actually chosen the piece knowing the significance of the design or whether it was just the ascetic which appealed to him. Somehow, he did not want to ask directly, choosing instead to believe that Masaki had made the connection consciously.
“Ah… thank you….” He said at length. Even to himself, the words seemed inadequate.
“I know it’s not your usual style,” Aiba said brightly. “And you don’t have to wear it. But I thought it would suit you. It’s cool. It’s cool, right?”
Sakurai nodded. Putting the box aside for the moment, he kissed the man he loved. When he broke away, Sakurai had his arm around the younger man and pulled him to his side. Snuggled comfortably together, with Aiba’s head resting on his chest, the couple relaxed.
Sometimes, words were unnecessary.
To be continued…
HERE
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Not much to add at this point, except that I promise, more stuff will actually happen in chapter one. This is just the prologue, after all. Ah… writing preposition hurts my brain….
Comments, criticisms, opinions and ideas are all welcome! ♥