Disclaimer: Based on Yami no Matsuei (duh) by Matsushita Yoko.
A very short piece on Tatsumi-Watari angst, which is rather weird... It's a rather unfamiliar territory for me, so please forgive the bad characterization.
The quote is taken from Ben Johnson's poem, "To Celia".
Only With Thine Eyes
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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
and I will pledge with mine.
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"Ne, Tatsumi... you don't take off your glasses even when you sleep?"
Tatsumi opened his eyes. The head leaning on his shoulder hadn't moved as the question was asked.
"I always wear them."
"You took them off when we went to the hot springs last time."
"Well..." Tatsumi kissed the top of the blond head lightly. "I don't want to miss the beautiful sight."
Watari stirred a little.
Tatsumi wondered if he had acted a little bit too out of character.
A breath, then a hesitant question. "Is it... that important, that I look beautiful to you?"
Tatsumi paused, the weight of what he'd just said dawning on him.
"The whole of you... is important, Watari."
"...Hm."
They sat in silence.
Watari slowly got up from the couch, straightening his coat.
"I need to go back to my lab," he said, answering Tatsumi's questioning gaze.
Tatsumi raised his eyebrows. This late?
Watari laughed, tapping Tatsumi's arm softly. "I want to finish that potion as soon as possible."
Tatsumi held a resigned look. "Just... be careful, okay? Your experiments are worrying me."
Watari smiled, flashed a victory sign, and turned to leave the office with brisk steps.
He walked even faster when he was outside, needing to drown himself in lab work so badly.
He hated himself when his observant nature prevailed. It would've been so much easier to believe in those half-lies.
The door closed. Tatsumi took off his glasses, set them down slowly.
He didn't need them now without Watari in the room. He didn't need to gaze at those brown eyes, to memorize every detail of that face.
His fingers rose to massage the weary eyes.
...To remind myself that you're not Tsuzuki.
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