from here i remember the pinks, the ruby
In his dream they're back in Japan in spring. Tamaki keeps saying, "We'll go somewhere nice when it rains." but it's been raining for weeks and they're still stranded and what's nice for Tamaki is rarely nice for anyone with any sense. Kyouya wakes up to nauseating humidity three hours too early and the invasive sunlight enters through their paltry excuse for curtains. Even it was raining, even if he was an afterthought in Tamaki's plans, Kyouya never so strongly wanted to be back home. He pulls himself from bed when he realizes that's a foul way to start their first day abroad.
Opening the window, he glances towards the poolside, where Tamaki is fighting through the water with ease, counting each stroke in booming, excitable French that fills the room. Tired, Kyouya watches the arms break through the water and the dream slips away from him. Éclair eventually turns from her dish of persimmons to his window and he leaves the balcony to dress hurriedly to meet them halfway through the foyer. A puddle forms under Tamaki and he reeks of chlorine when he rambles about their plans for the day. We'll explore the grounds! I already looked over the swimming pool while you were asleep. Tamaki assures him it's top notch.
"I'm glad everything is measuring up to your expectations," he says against Tamaki's glistening back as he retreats up to the bathrooms. Kyouya can tell Éclair is watching him watch him, but he won't give her the satisfaction of looking away just yet. The night before was too quick a victory for her, she shouldn’t get used to it. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach he clutches an ancient possessiveness for the Suoh boy, deeper than attraction or bragging rights (neither of which he has or wants). I found him first. Tamaki tried to save me before you could conjugate Japanese verbs, so don't claim rights to that back just because you woke up before noon. Kyouya excuses himself to the dining room, sliding around the citrus aroma.
Tamaki is showered and through lunch is talked out of blindfolding Kyouya and Éclair to try cheeses ("They're the same sort we had for dinner," Kyouya argued while Éclair exclaimed, "A blindfold!" and something fast and feigning modesty through the foreign vocabulary. Tamaki smiled abashedly and was satisfied to chatter about the dairy instead. Both parties worked hard to ignore it.) So next begins the a tour of the grounds. It's relatively short, because there isn't so much for Éclair to say this time around. They day before she could talk for hours about the upper molding in the master bedroom while Tamaki bounced appreciatively on the mattress. Today she can only squint in the sunlight and say, "There is the vineyard. There is the ocean." and they would nod, yes there is. Kyouya prefers the silence between them above any polite conversation. The water on the shore reminds him of Tamaki cutting through the pool water. With that thought he suggests they go someplace out of the sun.
Per his suggestion, they spend the rest of the tour in the shaded stables. Tamaki draws his fingers against the rugged wood of the stalls and Kyouya's own hands sting at his side. Tamaki's hands are his livelihood, trust funds and corporation heirloom aside. Warnings are at the tip of his tongue, halted by Éclair’s slow glances and his remedial French. Tamaki asks after each animal's name, looking into wide brown eyes with his own unfathomable color, ready to take on their problems as his own, stock herds or not. Éclair stands behind him with palpable impatience, she's wearing the wrong shoes to stands in the hay so long, but she starts smiling when Tamaki sees the chickens outside. She points out some eggs and yes, those we can eat, but those will hatch. Tamaki is ever fascinated and Kyouya gets the feeling Éclair is guessing for half of his questions. But the sun is too high and agriculture was never his strongpoint, let alone something he wants to start a fight about. They laugh together when one of the chickens tries to fly away from Tamaki’s outstretched fingers. Kyouya blames his headache on the noise from the henhouse.
"You've never ridden a horse? Not once?" Éclair asks on their way inside again- the sun is getting too strong. Tamaki shakes his head and cautiously looks between them to verify his own abnormality. She smiles sumptuously and says, "That's not very fitting for a 'King type', was it?" Tamaki's expression soars at her slender English and he flutters along besind her as she continues. "I'll show you. We'll ride after this weekend." Kyouya is too busy imagining what could go awry on that outing to fathom why they would have to wait until after the weekend.
Opening the window, he glances towards the poolside, where Tamaki is fighting through the water with ease, counting each stroke in booming, excitable French that fills the room. Tired, Kyouya watches the arms break through the water and the dream slips away from him. Éclair eventually turns from her dish of persimmons to his window and he leaves the balcony to dress hurriedly to meet them halfway through the foyer. A puddle forms under Tamaki and he reeks of chlorine when he rambles about their plans for the day. We'll explore the grounds! I already looked over the swimming pool while you were asleep. Tamaki assures him it's top notch.
"I'm glad everything is measuring up to your expectations," he says against Tamaki's glistening back as he retreats up to the bathrooms. Kyouya can tell Éclair is watching him watch him, but he won't give her the satisfaction of looking away just yet. The night before was too quick a victory for her, she shouldn’t get used to it. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach he clutches an ancient possessiveness for the Suoh boy, deeper than attraction or bragging rights (neither of which he has or wants). I found him first. Tamaki tried to save me before you could conjugate Japanese verbs, so don't claim rights to that back just because you woke up before noon. Kyouya excuses himself to the dining room, sliding around the citrus aroma.
Tamaki is showered and through lunch is talked out of blindfolding Kyouya and Éclair to try cheeses ("They're the same sort we had for dinner," Kyouya argued while Éclair exclaimed, "A blindfold!" and something fast and feigning modesty through the foreign vocabulary. Tamaki smiled abashedly and was satisfied to chatter about the dairy instead. Both parties worked hard to ignore it.) So next begins the a tour of the grounds. It's relatively short, because there isn't so much for Éclair to say this time around. They day before she could talk for hours about the upper molding in the master bedroom while Tamaki bounced appreciatively on the mattress. Today she can only squint in the sunlight and say, "There is the vineyard. There is the ocean." and they would nod, yes there is. Kyouya prefers the silence between them above any polite conversation. The water on the shore reminds him of Tamaki cutting through the pool water. With that thought he suggests they go someplace out of the sun.
Per his suggestion, they spend the rest of the tour in the shaded stables. Tamaki draws his fingers against the rugged wood of the stalls and Kyouya's own hands sting at his side. Tamaki's hands are his livelihood, trust funds and corporation heirloom aside. Warnings are at the tip of his tongue, halted by Éclair’s slow glances and his remedial French. Tamaki asks after each animal's name, looking into wide brown eyes with his own unfathomable color, ready to take on their problems as his own, stock herds or not. Éclair stands behind him with palpable impatience, she's wearing the wrong shoes to stands in the hay so long, but she starts smiling when Tamaki sees the chickens outside. She points out some eggs and yes, those we can eat, but those will hatch. Tamaki is ever fascinated and Kyouya gets the feeling Éclair is guessing for half of his questions. But the sun is too high and agriculture was never his strongpoint, let alone something he wants to start a fight about. They laugh together when one of the chickens tries to fly away from Tamaki’s outstretched fingers. Kyouya blames his headache on the noise from the henhouse.
"You've never ridden a horse? Not once?" Éclair asks on their way inside again- the sun is getting too strong. Tamaki shakes his head and cautiously looks between them to verify his own abnormality. She smiles sumptuously and says, "That's not very fitting for a 'King type', was it?" Tamaki's expression soars at her slender English and he flutters along besind her as she continues. "I'll show you. We'll ride after this weekend." Kyouya is too busy imagining what could go awry on that outing to fathom why they would have to wait until after the weekend.