Drabble: Tuesday, 4:34 (Hisoka/Tsuzuki, PG)
A Yami no Matsuei Drabble
by Dorian Gray
For: animadri
Tuesday, 4:34
Stripes of sunlight fan across the wall, the air heavy with afternoon heat, the sheet kicked aside. Moving apart is more comfortable.
Tsuzuki wonders what it's like for Hisoka; if the touch of hands and mouths pulls in traces of him -- wonders if they're ugly, painful like swallowing down shards; or maybe gentle, easy as breathing in the imperceptible taint of illness.
The room's golden with afternoon light. He feels Hisoka's hand brush along his arm, contact delicate and unacknowledged as a cat wandering close enough to twine momentarily around his legs before jumping, neatly, unconcerned, onto a sunlit rail.
by Dorian Gray
For: animadri
Tuesday, 4:34
Stripes of sunlight fan across the wall, the air heavy with afternoon heat, the sheet kicked aside. Moving apart is more comfortable.
Tsuzuki wonders what it's like for Hisoka; if the touch of hands and mouths pulls in traces of him -- wonders if they're ugly, painful like swallowing down shards; or maybe gentle, easy as breathing in the imperceptible taint of illness.
The room's golden with afternoon light. He feels Hisoka's hand brush along his arm, contact delicate and unacknowledged as a cat wandering close enough to twine momentarily around his legs before jumping, neatly, unconcerned, onto a sunlit rail.