title: of fragile things.
author: stoplight.
character/pairings: wally x kuki.
summary: Kuki is good at waiting, actually. /ficlet/
words: 501
i.
The words knot themselves on the tip of his tongue as he stands on the front steps of her house; thwarted by his nervousness, his precious pride. Wally swallows the mangled mess with a bitter taste. He feels almost seasick – stomach flip-flopping – as he glances down at Kuki because he knows what will be looking back.
He can see it in her eyes, illuminated and pretty by the moonlight.
The expectation.
The want.
And he wishes – not for the first time – that she was better at hiding her emotions behind those feathery lashes, her heart not on her sleeve for the world to see. It makes him want crack himself open and spill those feelings at her feet.
To leave himself vulnerable.
But he can't.
Not today or probably not tomorrow.
He can't say those three girly, delicate, altering words even if they slide up his throat and press against his teeth so often, trying to escape like his heart against the cage of his ribs every time she presses her lips to his skin, when they end up tangled together in his sheets.
Because words – feelings – have been never his strength. He's much better with his hands, expressing himself in action rather than a few pretty phrases. Wally reaches forward to cup the warmth of her throat in his hand, sucking her into a kiss.
ii.
Kuki doesn't pressure him as she moves with his mouth, heart skipping a few beats at his awkward gentleness.
She never does.
She wants a fairytale to spin itself from whatever they have, for him to tell her how much he wants her, needs her, loves her on his own time.
They'll be said in his own way; those beautiful, wonderful, and precious words that do, will mean the world.
Graceless, but oh so sincere.
Not angry, and bitter, and annoyed.
"I love you, Kooks", he'll mumble in to her hair, her neck, blushing to the tips of his ears and down his neck.
It's something to look forward to . . .
. . . to be patient for.
a/n;
i feel torn about this piece. i love it this way - babbling, and kuki being a lovestruck dreamer type - but at the same time i feel like i worded it in a way that makes it seem like kuki just wants wally to tell her he loves her because of some idealistic fantasy she read about and not because she honestly loves him.
i don't know - kuki seems like a dreamer, but realistic at moments. i'm not sure what i'm even trying to say, here.
eh, well, i'm back after more than two months of being gone.
- kati.
wally&kuki (c) mr. warburton.
