Skiving for a moment to post this up.
More Hikago fanfic. Just a ficlet this time.
Title: The Thaw
Characters: Hikaru, Akira. Akihika.
Rating: G, I suppose
Summary: ~200 words in which I abuse commas and Hikaru finds resolution.
A/N: This started out as a SOC poem and as a result, the grammar and syntax is rather, er, experimental. In the end, I thought "as long as its readable" and gave up. For that I am sorry.
There was something in the silence that couldn't be broken, something that didn't thaw, that had frozen up in the healing. There was no goodbye, no forgiveness, just the residual drive--the 'for his sake's and the 'I promise's--and the something in remembering that felt cracked in the middle.
It was times like these that he sought Touya out--called him for games, for study partners, for being able to call, for what Touya referred to as his 'Shindou, you utter mental case, it is three in the morning' moments of pure misery.
But later, much later, he woke to silence for the first time since he had awoken to distant flags flapping, that lonely sound which had echoed and burned in every waking after. He woke without feeling the consuming itch, the insatiable need to improve. He felt, in a small, but sincere way, content, and he looked to his right and said, "Touya, it's warm."
Touya replied merely with his 'Shindou, you are an incalculable mystery' and also his 'I do not think I could live without you' smile and nothing else needed to be said, but that pushing something in him ended, was reformed, and began again, brighter and more whole than before.
Title: The Thaw
Characters: Hikaru, Akira. Akihika.
Rating: G, I suppose
Summary: ~200 words in which I abuse commas and Hikaru finds resolution.
A/N: This started out as a SOC poem and as a result, the grammar and syntax is rather, er, experimental. In the end, I thought "as long as its readable" and gave up. For that I am sorry.
There was something in the silence that couldn't be broken, something that didn't thaw, that had frozen up in the healing. There was no goodbye, no forgiveness, just the residual drive--the 'for his sake's and the 'I promise's--and the something in remembering that felt cracked in the middle.
It was times like these that he sought Touya out--called him for games, for study partners, for being able to call, for what Touya referred to as his 'Shindou, you utter mental case, it is three in the morning' moments of pure misery.
But later, much later, he woke to silence for the first time since he had awoken to distant flags flapping, that lonely sound which had echoed and burned in every waking after. He woke without feeling the consuming itch, the insatiable need to improve. He felt, in a small, but sincere way, content, and he looked to his right and said, "Touya, it's warm."
Touya replied merely with his 'Shindou, you are an incalculable mystery' and also his 'I do not think I could live without you' smile and nothing else needed to be said, but that pushing something in him ended, was reformed, and began again, brighter and more whole than before.