Commemoration (Saiyuki Gaiden, Konzen/Tenpou)lady_ganeshJanuary 5 2009, 02:22:38 UTC
Commemoration
Kenren threw his jacket down on Tenpou's chair. "Shit," he said. "What was that guy made of, bronze?" He rubbed at his sore knuckles; a bruise darkened his shoulder.
"Perhaps steel," Tenpou said, smiling at a private joke. "Still, you acquitted yourself admirably. Kanzeon Botatsu asked me to commemorate your bravery in verse."
"So did you?"
"To our captain who entered the fray." Tenpou had a wicked gleam in his eye. "He fights through all the night and the day. But he's not always wise to hold onto his prize. For a kiss he might throw all away."
Kenren snorted. "Really?"
Tenpou smiled at the challenge. "You thought me...unaware of your history, General? I assure you, few officers are."
"There's one thing they didn't tell you," Kenren said, walking behind the desk. "I'm more discriminating than they say." He was inches away now; Tenpou could feel his body heat. "I won't throw things away for just anyone.""Was she so beautiful
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Something Like Simplicity (Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka/Oriya)veleda_kJanuary 13 2009, 05:34:37 UTC
Something Like Simplicity
Oriya resents signs that he's growing older. Like tonight, when his bones are creaking in the winter weather. Hisoka has declined tonight's kendo match. He claims disinterest, but Oriya knows it's out of consideration for Oriya's health.
Instead they're siting on the veranda, sipping tea that's as bitter as the frigid air around them. They're silent because it's less dangerous than speech. Loving Hisoka is terribly complicated. There's always the danger of saying the wrong thing, doing the wrong thing, thinking the wrong thing. Hisoka cares for Oriya, but he won't excuse a hurt. Oriya wonders where Hisoka finds the strength-the power to walk away from someone
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Re: Something Like Simplicity (Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka/Oriya)veleda_kJanuary 14 2009, 06:00:23 UTC
This is the part where I smile, blush, and feel awkwardly yet highly pleased.
And I'm especially glad that you liked it, because I had your fic wish list in mind. I didn't want to say anything before in case the story turned out to be, you know, crap.
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Kenren threw his jacket down on Tenpou's chair. "Shit," he said. "What was that guy made of, bronze?" He rubbed at his sore knuckles; a bruise darkened his shoulder.
"Perhaps steel," Tenpou said, smiling at a private joke. "Still, you acquitted yourself admirably. Kanzeon Botatsu asked me to commemorate your bravery in verse."
"So did you?"
"To our captain who entered the fray." Tenpou had a wicked gleam in his eye. "He fights through all the night and the day. But he's not always wise to hold onto his prize. For a kiss he might throw all away."
Kenren snorted. "Really?"
Tenpou smiled at the challenge. "You thought me...unaware of your history, General? I assure you, few officers are."
"There's one thing they didn't tell you," Kenren said, walking behind the desk. "I'm more discriminating than they say." He was inches away now; Tenpou could feel his body heat. "I won't throw things away for just anyone.""Was she so beautiful ( ... )
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Oriya resents signs that he's growing older. Like tonight, when his bones are creaking in the winter weather. Hisoka has declined tonight's kendo match. He claims disinterest, but Oriya knows it's out of consideration for Oriya's health.
Instead they're siting on the veranda, sipping tea that's as bitter as the frigid air around them. They're silent because it's less dangerous than speech. Loving Hisoka is terribly complicated. There's always the danger of saying the wrong thing, doing the wrong thing, thinking the wrong thing. Hisoka cares for Oriya, but he won't excuse a hurt. Oriya wonders where Hisoka finds the strength-the power to walk away from someone ( ... )
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Just wanted you to know.
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And I'm especially glad that you liked it, because I had your fic wish list in mind. I didn't want to say anything before in case the story turned out to be, you know, crap.
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