ADVENT: When...? (Ouran, Kyoya/Tamaki)
Fandom: Ouran Highschool Host Club
Title: When..?
Author: ddraigcoch
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: OHSHC does not belong to me. I make no money from this, only fun.
Summary: A somewhat different morning after the night before.
The snow had fallen during the night, ensuring that morning dawned much brighter than it had any business doing when the sky was so heavy. Still, the silence of the small village was nice. He had a lifetime of silences to compare it too afterall, and he was quite sure that ‘nice’ applied; there were no servants in the little house to make small noises of work being done, if there were any birds about they were keeping their beaks firmly shut... the ambient sounds of life had faded away, leaving just the soft shifting sounds he made as he sat up in bed and reached for his glasses. The source of the comforting warmth that had encouraged him stay asleep far longer than usual resolved itself from a white-and-yellow blob to Tamaki’s sleeping face.
The soft smile was easily hid by the hand that pushed his glasses into place, even though there was no one to see it. He’d made a reputation for himself for always being prepared though, and that included hiding small things like that. In his own mind though the dark haired young man admitted there were far worse ways to wake up on such a cold morning. Still fully clothed from the night before and the late running party held by Tamaki’s mother to celebrate what everyone at the party had referred to as ‘the holidays’.
“Idiot.” The affectionate murmur brushed the silence aside as carefully as Kyouya’s fingers brushed blonde hair out of his best friend’s face. Tamaki was also still fully clothed, although a shoe was half hanging off his foot after a drunken attempt at kicking it off. He smelt strongly of stale drink and clean sweat. As long as the other slept he could remain a beautiful (if whiffy) prince. It was usually when those baby blues opened the talking, and so the trouble, would start. He could admit to himself now, in this silence, that it would have been nice if something besides too much eggnog had landed them in the same bed last night. Preferably with far less clothing involved.
Tamaki stretched slowly, yawning nearly silently as he stirred and a fist knocked Kyouya’s leg. Startled out of his thoughts Kyouya raised his hand just as Tamaki opened his eyes, tilting his glasses just enough to hide his eyes.
“Mm..” Tamaki smiled sleepily up at Kyouya, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “You’re up first. Now I know I drank too much last night.”
“Good morning to you too, Tamaki.”
“Non! You mean ‘Merry Christmas Eve’!”
“Do I now?”
“Oui! You do!” Tamaki’s insistence might have been enthusiastic, but the boy himself couldn’t have been less so about getting out of bed. Grinning at his friend once more he rolled languidly towards the window, “Isn’t it pretty, Kyouya?”
Kyouya was looking at Tamaki when he agreed that it was, but that was ok. There was no one to see it.
Title: When..?
Author: ddraigcoch
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: OHSHC does not belong to me. I make no money from this, only fun.
Summary: A somewhat different morning after the night before.
The snow had fallen during the night, ensuring that morning dawned much brighter than it had any business doing when the sky was so heavy. Still, the silence of the small village was nice. He had a lifetime of silences to compare it too afterall, and he was quite sure that ‘nice’ applied; there were no servants in the little house to make small noises of work being done, if there were any birds about they were keeping their beaks firmly shut... the ambient sounds of life had faded away, leaving just the soft shifting sounds he made as he sat up in bed and reached for his glasses. The source of the comforting warmth that had encouraged him stay asleep far longer than usual resolved itself from a white-and-yellow blob to Tamaki’s sleeping face.
The soft smile was easily hid by the hand that pushed his glasses into place, even though there was no one to see it. He’d made a reputation for himself for always being prepared though, and that included hiding small things like that. In his own mind though the dark haired young man admitted there were far worse ways to wake up on such a cold morning. Still fully clothed from the night before and the late running party held by Tamaki’s mother to celebrate what everyone at the party had referred to as ‘the holidays’.
“Idiot.” The affectionate murmur brushed the silence aside as carefully as Kyouya’s fingers brushed blonde hair out of his best friend’s face. Tamaki was also still fully clothed, although a shoe was half hanging off his foot after a drunken attempt at kicking it off. He smelt strongly of stale drink and clean sweat. As long as the other slept he could remain a beautiful (if whiffy) prince. It was usually when those baby blues opened the talking, and so the trouble, would start. He could admit to himself now, in this silence, that it would have been nice if something besides too much eggnog had landed them in the same bed last night. Preferably with far less clothing involved.
Tamaki stretched slowly, yawning nearly silently as he stirred and a fist knocked Kyouya’s leg. Startled out of his thoughts Kyouya raised his hand just as Tamaki opened his eyes, tilting his glasses just enough to hide his eyes.
“Mm..” Tamaki smiled sleepily up at Kyouya, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “You’re up first. Now I know I drank too much last night.”
“Good morning to you too, Tamaki.”
“Non! You mean ‘Merry Christmas Eve’!”
“Do I now?”
“Oui! You do!” Tamaki’s insistence might have been enthusiastic, but the boy himself couldn’t have been less so about getting out of bed. Grinning at his friend once more he rolled languidly towards the window, “Isn’t it pretty, Kyouya?”
Kyouya was looking at Tamaki when he agreed that it was, but that was ok. There was no one to see it.