Fountain of Stars
A/N: Just a quick noting of a kiss between Seto and Jounouchi ^_^ Very theatrical with very bad characterization—but that was on purpose =P Just remember, this was written in a very short time period, and many things are repeated, hopefully on purpose. A warm thank you to LFangor-san, who beta-read this =3
Dedication: First of all, note that I'm going to get very emotional right…now. This fic is dedicated to Seventh Sage, or Silver-chan. Today, I read the fic that you wrote in FictionPress.Net. You know what? The next thing I know, I'm grim and feeling so cold—because I know I abandoned you. It wasn't intentionally, but I still want to say I'm sorry. I know it won't do any good, and I know that perhaps our friendship was nothing more than 'in the moment', but I want to apologize anyway. It's a likely chance that I wasn't the one you were talking about, but at the moment, it seemed like you were speaking to me. I'm sorry.
I really am.
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It was a kiss.
~*~
Sitting here
I wonder
Where you are…
What you're doing…
~*~
Not the type that rippled through your veins, cascaded through your body,
burned up all coherent thoughts; nor the type that swirled your mind in passion
waves, the kind that thoroughly washed you, dried you up and held you down. It
wasn't sweet—or chaste, or hesitant, or the kind that made you light-headed and
flushed—or one that caused silky-winged butterflies to flutter in your stomach,
tickling at the satin ring that was your mouth and the petals that were your
lips.
It was just a simple kiss.
A kiss that was merely there and nothing more.
~*~
If you're there anymore;
Smiling,
Calling,
Grabbing my hand
And
Pulling me
Over…
~*~
Fireworks, sparkling flowers, stars and lovey-dovey heart-shaped balloons were
no where to be found. Instead, there was rain; waterfalls of silver rain—rain
that slipped and slid down a flaxen mane to fall before the glossy sheen of
ocher eyes that had fluttered open just so slightly.
Sapphire porcelain reflected the parting of rose petal entrance leading to
black pearl obsidian—gasping and breathing with soft pants and sharp intakes.
Amusement, bemusement, muddled, so sweet, so damp, so strange, so familiar, so
beautiful eyes of gold, of chocolate—of dreamy, creamy chocolate.
So wonderfully smooth were ocher eyes—tinted with hints of parlor smoke.
And lips—glistening, swollen, crimson lips; lips forming naïve pouts and
bewildered smiles.
~*~
Showing me
Love…
Something you've
Painted so slowly
Onto broken
Canvas…
~*~
So, so, so incredibly charming; confusion dipped in hot cocoa.
Smile.
Whisper.
Sinking, drowning, and melting—into pools of cloaks of smiles; of coffee velvet
smiles.
Gliding.
Flying.
So high, so low. Where are we?
Liquid; liquid loveliness—none real…Illusion?
~*~
Plumes of
Worry that have brushed
So softly,
So abstract –
Swallowing
Oblivion…
~*~
"Do you?"
Non-existent butterflies, snatched away. Ripped silk, scattered porcelain;
water-soaked hands brush back pasty mahogany curls—such toffee-sweetened curls.
"Do you?"
Laugh, chortle, fade, worry, dance, grim, hold, drop, land,
weep, tangy, idle. Whisper.
So soft—ever so soft.
"Do you?"
Tresses waving, falling, shaking, quavering. Mirrors of eyes so frozen, so cold, so shadowed by shadows.
Slim, slippery digits run so quaintly down chiseled skin, down ashen-colored
patches.
Pause.
Flying.
Gliding.
Sinking, drowning, and melting—into pools of cloaks of smiles; of coffee velvet
smiles.
Whisper.
Smile.
~*~
Staring at this
Dance of you…
~*~
"…Yes."
Staring ocher eyes, such wavering tawny jewels—burning with passion, worry,
mayhem, chaos—pandemonium.
Love.
Brushing stain and silk—roses on liquid dreams.
On dreamy, creamy chocolate.
~*~
Tinted smile…
Smile.
Murmur again,
Again…
~*~
"Yes."
Hold.
Warm.
Dance.
Smile.
It's raining—silver rain. Snow, which was dripping ever so innocently on the
painting—smearing, washing, running through and through wooden floors. Colored puddles raining down; creamy, dreamy, liquid puddles.
Chocolate.
No flowers, no stars, no banners, no blushing, no butterflies, no lights to
color the dark night sky. Sweet serenity. Tranquility. Nothing more, nothing less.
~*~
This…
So quiet…
So sweetly…
Watching you
Draw this
Portrait…
~*~
Just a simple kiss.
~*~
Of you
And me…
~*~
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A/N: Hai, hai, I know it's an S/J, and that you love Y/Y, but I can't help but get this out. ::huggles Silver-chan:: I hope you'll forgive me. I'm lacking the will to write a puzzleshipping fic…::skitters off to think of another romantic smut plot for her::
Note: Yes, I did delete OoTW, for repairs. I'll modify it (mostly 'cause I'm hating Katsuya's persona) and then repost it. I am NOT giving up on it—it'll haunt me forever if I do ::smile::.