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Twilight
A collection of 30 shorts featuring Yuki and Shuichi for a challenge community. Each 'chapter' will have its own theme. Rating varies throughout. (manga-centric)
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A/N: I don't own Gravitation.
#8, our own world
Twilight
He looks tired as he tosses his backpack on the floor and slips out of his shoes. I watch him stretch and lift his head, seeing me on the couch and mustering a small smile. The dark circles under his eyes cause a pain in my heart, but there's nothing I can do to alleviate his hectic workload. He's been unusually quiet lately, coming home and collapsing onto the couch, usually deep asleep before he even bothers to have anything to eat. He's been losing weight, along with small pieces of his soul, working insane hours to get the new album out. His sparkle is fading.
I motion for him to come to me, watching him pad across the floor in his bare feet; his shoulders slumped with the weight of the world. Opening my arms to him, I allow him to blanket my body with his. He likes to lie with his head on my chest, having told me once how the sound of my heartbeat sooths him more than anything else possibly could. I bury my nose in his mass of hair, inhaling the scent so unique to him, and wrap my arms around him. We don't talk at times like these; just bask in the momentary calm that belongs only to us. I rub small circles across his back and feel him relax further into me, his breath becoming shallow as exhaustion overtakes him.
I can stay like this for hours, feeling the warm weight of his body over mine, free to run my fingers through his soft hair and trail my fingers over his back. I know that we're sometimes volatile, equally to blame for igniting the short fuses that arm both our tempers, but now all is forgiven. In the still of the waning light, the only sounds filling the silence are the sounds of his easy breath, and the pads of my fingers gliding across the material of his shirt. Kissing the top of his head I pull him tight against me before I allow myself to drift off.
Nothing can harm us when we're here like this, alone with the twilight enveloping the room and existing for nothing more than each other. We're wrapped snuggly in our own little world for the moment - untouchable. Eventually he'll wake up in the darkness to the sound of my heart and nudge me awake to move into bed. Usually we just climb between the cool sheets and wrap our bodies around each other and return to sleep, our hearts beating in the same easy rhythm. Sometimes, though, we shed our clothes and fumble precariously on the edge of sleep to explore each other's bodies and achieve a closeness that is almost incomprehensible, collapsing almost immediately into slumber after we find release.
In the morning we may wake at odds, ready for bickering. We'll part ways for the day and leave on uneasy terms to stew in our disagreements. But with the twilight all is forgiven when we exist together in our peaceful solitude.
#8, our own world
Twilight
He looks tired as he tosses his backpack on the floor and slips out of his shoes. I watch him stretch and lift his head, seeing me on the couch and mustering a small smile. The dark circles under his eyes cause a pain in my heart, but there's nothing I can do to alleviate his hectic workload. He's been unusually quiet lately, coming home and collapsing onto the couch, usually deep asleep before he even bothers to have anything to eat. He's been losing weight, along with small pieces of his soul, working insane hours to get the new album out. His sparkle is fading.
I motion for him to come to me, watching him pad across the floor in his bare feet; his shoulders slumped with the weight of the world. Opening my arms to him, I allow him to blanket my body with his. He likes to lie with his head on my chest, having told me once how the sound of my heartbeat sooths him more than anything else possibly could. I bury my nose in his mass of hair, inhaling the scent so unique to him, and wrap my arms around him. We don't talk at times like these; just bask in the momentary calm that belongs only to us. I rub small circles across his back and feel him relax further into me, his breath becoming shallow as exhaustion overtakes him.
I can stay like this for hours, feeling the warm weight of his body over mine, free to run my fingers through his soft hair and trail my fingers over his back. I know that we're sometimes volatile, equally to blame for igniting the short fuses that arm both our tempers, but now all is forgiven. In the still of the waning light, the only sounds filling the silence are the sounds of his easy breath, and the pads of my fingers gliding across the material of his shirt. Kissing the top of his head I pull him tight against me before I allow myself to drift off.
Nothing can harm us when we're here like this, alone with the twilight enveloping the room and existing for nothing more than each other. We're wrapped snuggly in our own little world for the moment - untouchable. Eventually he'll wake up in the darkness to the sound of my heart and nudge me awake to move into bed. Usually we just climb between the cool sheets and wrap our bodies around each other and return to sleep, our hearts beating in the same easy rhythm. Sometimes, though, we shed our clothes and fumble precariously on the edge of sleep to explore each other's bodies and achieve a closeness that is almost incomprehensible, collapsing almost immediately into slumber after we find release.
In the morning we may wake at odds, ready for bickering. We'll part ways for the day and leave on uneasy terms to stew in our disagreements. But with the twilight all is forgiven when we exist together in our peaceful solitude.
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