Somnophobia, drabble, Uruha/Aoi
Title: Somnophobia
Chapters: drabble
Author: losseflame
Genre: Angst, Romance
Warnings: Incredibly vague sexual implications
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Uruha/Aoi, past Yune/Aoi
Synopsis: Because when Aoi dreams, you see it
Comments: A 5 minute drabble pulled out of the depths of my computer because I haven't posted here is ages...school is mad.
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Uruha holds Aoi’s hand until he’s sure Aoi’s bones are crushed, pulverized, listening to the endless beepbeepbeeps and looking at a face that for the entire world looked asleep.
But, of course, when you sleep, you dream.
And Uruha is sure that Aoi isn’t dreaming.
Because when Aoi dreams, you see it. Expressions filter over Aoi’s face; smiles and hope and sometimes regret (Uruha knows that Yune is still - is always - burned into Aoi’s eyelids so that whenever he closes his eyes Aoi sees the face of the man who he let leave). Sometimes the feeling of what they were doing before sleep crosses into this grey zone of endless possibility and Aoi would gasp and stutter out the name of the man currently watching him sleep in the man’s lack of ability to do the same.
But Aoi’s face is empty now, empty and so pale and the mouth that says Uruha’s name so perfectly has a tube shoved down it, forcing stale air into unaccepting lungs.
The beepbeepbeeps mock Uruha, proclaiming that life still resides somewhere in Aoi’s (pale pale thin don’t hold too hard you might break it) body.
The face remains silent, hiding whatever might be going on (so much not enough can you feel me here, baby? I’m right here not leaving dying with you.) behind an intricate, blindingly beautiful, hideously ugly mask of nothing.
Uruha wants to rip it off, tear it away and let brilliant awareness light up Aoi’s eyes and let his pale skin flood with it.
Uruha holds Aoi’s hand as if he held on hard enough Uruha’s lifeblood would bleed through his skin and into Aoi’s, but, of course, it wouldn’t.
Aoi’s chest rises with breaths that aren’t his own and the beepbeepbeep continues.
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A/N: Hopefully this will keep you all from forgetting about me until I find more time to write more.