Consume
A/N: Could –not- come up with a better title for this. [sighs] How annoying. Anyway, Karot did a challenge for a ten-minute ficlet, any couple, and no dialogue. While hers kicks my arse, I jotted this down, hoping to clear a bit of writer's block. Keep in mind, ten minutes is a LOT shorter when writing longhand on paper. [holds up sign that reads 'Lame Excuse'] So...here's a little one-page wonder for you 58 fans.
Warnings: The usual for meh. Shounen-ai, hapless angst-musing. That's Hakkai! [grins]
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It was all he could see. Blinded by red. A mass of crimson, piercing and yielding simultaneously. It could be frightening, finding your vision filled by this shocking colour. But it wasn't so.
He'd said it was admonishing. That was a long time ago. Since then, he'd learned to see many things in the colour besides blood. Fire. Sunsets. Wine. Cherries. Roses. With so many red things that offered comfort, how could one admonish it?
A look was chanced, hoping to catch a glimpse of the face behind the scarlet wall. A small grin, lazy and contented. Being lazy had its own rewards, should one choose to accept them.
Late at night, words were exhausted. Emotions were better left expressed in silent ways, and sleepy gestures. He never thought he'd find comfort in silence. In the silence, his thoughts took over, until the hum in his ears threatened to drive him mad. If he wasn't already. But this was a companionable silence. With another near, there was always something to focus on. And small noises—the shifting of positions beside him, the click of a lighter—banished the droning hum.
It was easy to fall asleep next to him. It's hard –not- to be lulled into slumber by the warmth, the body heat. It was a sense of safety, and he had learned to be accepting of it. He slept later into the day now, not wanting to give up this feeling. The thought of morning, of relenting this paradise to another frenzied day made him cling tighter to the warm body beside him, almost despising sleep. Going to sleep only made the sunrise come sooner.
Gojyo turned to face him. Red eyes. Still enveloped in red. He sighed, a small calm noise. Whenever he feared the morning, there was always a promise of the night to come.
The promise was delivered with a kiss, soft and reassuring, yet heady and passionate at the same time. A small reminder, an answer to an unspoken question of mutual feelings.
The last thing Hakkai saw before sleep claimed him was a lit cigarette. The tip, burning brightly.
Red fire consumed him once again, and he took comfort in the burning.
A/N: Could –not- come up with a better title for this. [sighs] How annoying. Anyway, Karot did a challenge for a ten-minute ficlet, any couple, and no dialogue. While hers kicks my arse, I jotted this down, hoping to clear a bit of writer's block. Keep in mind, ten minutes is a LOT shorter when writing longhand on paper. [holds up sign that reads 'Lame Excuse'] So...here's a little one-page wonder for you 58 fans.
Warnings: The usual for meh. Shounen-ai, hapless angst-musing. That's Hakkai! [grins]
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It was all he could see. Blinded by red. A mass of crimson, piercing and yielding simultaneously. It could be frightening, finding your vision filled by this shocking colour. But it wasn't so.
He'd said it was admonishing. That was a long time ago. Since then, he'd learned to see many things in the colour besides blood. Fire. Sunsets. Wine. Cherries. Roses. With so many red things that offered comfort, how could one admonish it?
A look was chanced, hoping to catch a glimpse of the face behind the scarlet wall. A small grin, lazy and contented. Being lazy had its own rewards, should one choose to accept them.
Late at night, words were exhausted. Emotions were better left expressed in silent ways, and sleepy gestures. He never thought he'd find comfort in silence. In the silence, his thoughts took over, until the hum in his ears threatened to drive him mad. If he wasn't already. But this was a companionable silence. With another near, there was always something to focus on. And small noises—the shifting of positions beside him, the click of a lighter—banished the droning hum.
It was easy to fall asleep next to him. It's hard –not- to be lulled into slumber by the warmth, the body heat. It was a sense of safety, and he had learned to be accepting of it. He slept later into the day now, not wanting to give up this feeling. The thought of morning, of relenting this paradise to another frenzied day made him cling tighter to the warm body beside him, almost despising sleep. Going to sleep only made the sunrise come sooner.
Gojyo turned to face him. Red eyes. Still enveloped in red. He sighed, a small calm noise. Whenever he feared the morning, there was always a promise of the night to come.
The promise was delivered with a kiss, soft and reassuring, yet heady and passionate at the same time. A small reminder, an answer to an unspoken question of mutual feelings.
The last thing Hakkai saw before sleep claimed him was a lit cigarette. The tip, burning brightly.
Red fire consumed him once again, and he took comfort in the burning.