Pathfinder
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Shinkalion franchise.
Pairing: Established Ginga x Nagara.
Summary:
The astronomers of old were distanced from the planets they studied by untraversable space. Paragons of human art are isolated behind protective glass.
The Milky Way is lying in Nagara's hotel bed. Immaculate. Pristine. Divine. The crux of creation.
Ginga is twirling a single strand of his pale goldenrod hair on his pinkie, spinning gold. The deep violet of his eyes: lavender spinel. Their shine draws Nagara's gaze away from the bare, celestial body lying across the sheets, but Nagara's field of vision soon pans out again.
Luminous silver under the light, delicate as silk and white as salt. A smooth bend, dipping down Ginga's back and back up.
Perfectly proportioned.
Nagara turns his face to face Ginga again, his vision self-dimming. As beautiful as Ginga was, Nagara contended a degree of modesty was appropriate, even if Ginga entertained no such necessity.
Where Nagara stood…
The astronomers of old were distanced from the planets they studied by untraversable space.
Paragons of human art are isolated behind protective glass.
You looked. You didn't touch. Objects of wonder weren't any less brilliant as a result.
The principle applied here. Or at least, it should have. Ginga was…
Ginga wasn't making it easy for him. Not by being Nagara's first sight after his pre-battle speech to his karate students prior to tomorrow's match!
Courting him.
Rotating the gold strand the right number of rotations.
He was used to occupying the traditional male role, he forgot the storm Ginga could brew should the natural order reassert itself; Ginga (the older) setting the stage. The core conflict.
Nagara had to find a path out of storm, in the midst of Ginga guiding him closer.
Ginga did this with microscopic gestures.
A supremely simple yet effective lift of his pinkie finger, so they'd see eye to eye.
Lucky for Nagara, the breathing exercises he taught his students worked like a charm.
"I'm going to get ice. Then I'm going to get some shut-eye."
Ginga is visibly perplexed, but not surprised. He liked a man with his priorities straight. All that meant was when he became Nagara's priority, their orbits would sync, and he'd have his stellar sidekick.
His castle unfading.