Title: A
Room With A View
Author: Kian
Pairing: very gentle 1+2
Warnings: drabble, shounen-ai, written in 17 minutes in a strange state of mind
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Notes: Written for the tempsmort
challenge, "Sleep," in about seventeen minutes. This is
short. And I do mean very short, if you haven't noticed that already. Hopefully it will still pack
a little bit of a punch. Also, it's been a little over a year since I
last participated in a challenge, so I apologize that I've gotten
rusty in my time away.
A Room With A View
His window afforded the best view in town, without question.
Often at night, he would stand before the old, warped panes of glass, drawing back the curtain to let the distant light of streetlamps and headlights seep into the room and into his skin like a warm drug throbbing gently through his veins. Below, past the gentle roll the yard took downhill, past the wooden slat fence and the bike trail that wound down to the creek, the city streets glimmered softly, their ruddy glow softening the harsh lines of concrete and cradling the handful of cars that quietly snuck about.
The red flickering of a distant hotel's old neon sign spoke softly of rest and comfort and the muted rumble of sleepy trains could be heard in the distance, a gruff lullaby to the sleepless. The trees enveloped all in a shelter of leafy whispers and it was through the curving lines of the sturdy branches that he would have to peer for the yellowed light of the slumbering city would reach him.
Beyond the box of his window was a sight to behold, indeed, but the view he cherished more than any other was the view the world had looking in. For when the amicable beams fell just so, his sleeping lover would bathe unashamedly atop the sheets in a wash of light and shadow and Duo was certain that there could be nothing else quite so beautiful to see beyond his bedroom window.