Lament of the Failing Dusk
Rating: PG
Warnings: Ambiguity. Implied Yagyuu and Niou… somethingness.
Disclaimer: This drabble is disclaimed.
There were scarce moments where words forewent them both.
The night's sun lends its flimsy rays to the shadows, giving definition to the dark world around them. Two figures stand in the middle of the deserted road, unaware of the whimpering cicada's lament to the failing of dusk. Warm wind blows overhead, scattering the humid air, leaving both natural and bleached hair undisturbed.
Thumbs skimming over skin just inside the tight jean's waistband; fingers resting heavily in the clothing's back pockets.
Wrinkles fisted into the orderly, plane-less chest of a button-up shirt; the imprint of the clutched spectacles leaving angry red lines branded onto the covered skin.
Foreheads pressed together lightly, two sets of equally blank eyes—piercing blue and a simmering gold—stare locked, communicating non-existent thoughts of the moment—of what has passed and is to come.
There were scarce moments where words forewent them both.
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Word Count: 148
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Additional Notes: 2882 is really an intriguing pairing—and not necessarily in a romantic light. (Not to mention 82 is my longstanding favorite number and 28 the jersey number of my favorite football player ^^ oh, coincidences…) How this little short popped into my head, I haven't a clue. When I wrote this, I had the thought in my mind of the pair post-Switch—when neither were quite certain who exactly they were because, well, simply put—they are one. Not exactly how this ended up though… I think I like this result a bit better. This is the shortest piece I've ever written, and in a bit of a free-verse prose and in present tense, neither of which I've ever attempted before. It was quite enjoyable and relaxing before a stressful weekend, and has also helped take my mind off of more complicated issues of life.
I hope you enjoyed this. :]