1 My Lover, My Friend
Take (4/24/98)
**yaoi implications**
The hand in mine is small, hot. I relish the sensation of it as we walk side by side. The sword calluses rub against my skin, making me shiver slightly. There are no words that can describe what I feel when he is near me.
I glance down at him; he keeps his entrancing red eyes fixed firmly ahead. I can't help but smile softly; my beautiful fire demon, always keeping the pretense of ice and distance to conceal the heat within.
And it is all mine.
When I had first confessed how I felt about him, I hadn't hoped-hadn't dared to dream that he felt the same. I think…I think that if he had rejected me, rejected my love, I would have died.
Funny, isn't it? That a heartless youko thief could inspire one such as he to care. To love.
I rub my thumb over the back of his hand. The pale skin is like silk; a startling contrast to his palm. He looks at me for a moment before returning his gaze to the front…I wonder what he sees.
Why does he choose to give his love and trust to me? Is it given to me, or some image he has? He sees me as the strong one…the one who took and discarded lovers on a whim. But not him, never him.
The Dark Fire within him is the spark of life itself…it warms me, draws me to him irresistibly. I cannot survive without him…and should he leave me, my world would grow cold and lifeless. Like a rose, I will wither and die. I shall never tell my fire demon of my fears; I shall instead offer myself unconditionally, and hope it will be enough to bind him as I am already bound. Soul to soul.
We stop at the top of a hill to watch the sunset. The fading light makes his eyes glow like twin coals, warm and wonderfully alive. I sigh, wanting to keep this moment, this memory, indelibly etched in my mind.
He turns slightly to face me, his features softening almost imperceptibly. A hand steals up to cup my cheek in a light caress. I close my eyes and lean into it; it is rare that he makes these physical displays of affection, and it is all the more precious for it.
He says nothing, but that simple gesture conveys all the things he wants to say, but can't. It doesn't matter…I can see it in his eyes, in the tiny gestures, in the gentleness of his touch. He knows that his love and trust is returned. Hiei, my everything. My lover, my friend.
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Owari
Take (4/24/98)
**yaoi implications**
The hand in mine is small, hot. I relish the sensation of it as we walk side by side. The sword calluses rub against my skin, making me shiver slightly. There are no words that can describe what I feel when he is near me.
I glance down at him; he keeps his entrancing red eyes fixed firmly ahead. I can't help but smile softly; my beautiful fire demon, always keeping the pretense of ice and distance to conceal the heat within.
And it is all mine.
When I had first confessed how I felt about him, I hadn't hoped-hadn't dared to dream that he felt the same. I think…I think that if he had rejected me, rejected my love, I would have died.
Funny, isn't it? That a heartless youko thief could inspire one such as he to care. To love.
I rub my thumb over the back of his hand. The pale skin is like silk; a startling contrast to his palm. He looks at me for a moment before returning his gaze to the front…I wonder what he sees.
Why does he choose to give his love and trust to me? Is it given to me, or some image he has? He sees me as the strong one…the one who took and discarded lovers on a whim. But not him, never him.
The Dark Fire within him is the spark of life itself…it warms me, draws me to him irresistibly. I cannot survive without him…and should he leave me, my world would grow cold and lifeless. Like a rose, I will wither and die. I shall never tell my fire demon of my fears; I shall instead offer myself unconditionally, and hope it will be enough to bind him as I am already bound. Soul to soul.
We stop at the top of a hill to watch the sunset. The fading light makes his eyes glow like twin coals, warm and wonderfully alive. I sigh, wanting to keep this moment, this memory, indelibly etched in my mind.
He turns slightly to face me, his features softening almost imperceptibly. A hand steals up to cup my cheek in a light caress. I close my eyes and lean into it; it is rare that he makes these physical displays of affection, and it is all the more precious for it.
He says nothing, but that simple gesture conveys all the things he wants to say, but can't. It doesn't matter…I can see it in his eyes, in the tiny gestures, in the gentleness of his touch. He knows that his love and trust is returned. Hiei, my everything. My lover, my friend.
_____
Owari