06 May 2010 @ 08:08 pm
Nothing to worry about.  
✦ PG-13; angst
⌧ inspired by nivanglus/bodyrestraint; 280 words
Whether unintentional or not, it didn’t really matter – Uruha still hurt him either way. Funny because Aoi never thought himself as being a masochist.

Maybe the hurt from relationships past numbed him from everything else )
 
 
Current Music: Orion Once Again - DELUHI
Current Mood: anxious
 
 
16 April 2010 @ 11:46 pm
Aphrodisiac.  
✦ PG-13; smut
⌧ for [personal profile] cateris; inspired by the DIM SCENE tour; 798 words
Skin flaked all the more as he continued chewing down on his chapped bottom lip, eyes almost predatory and trained on the tall blond that passed before his drum set. Kai looked at the corner of his eyes, noting which direction Uruha had gone to, then finally stood up from his seat. He paid no heed to the inquiring eyes and murmuring mouths as he followed the guitarist – the only thing in his mind was Uruha and all that he has done so far.

It wasn’t easy to spot where Uruha had disappeared to, no, not at all. )
 
 
02 April 2010 @ 10:03 pm
One each at a time.  
✦ G; romance
remastered; 1369 words

With little steps, they try to close the gap they had not realized was already there.

Neither of them could quite figure out how they drifted apart. )
 
 
02 April 2010 @ 05:32 pm
Viscaria.  
✦ PG; romance
⌧ inspiration is Up dharma Down's Every First Second; 350 words

Waves rolled toward the shore and over his feet, closely together, feeding on each other’s warmth – futile because the midnight sea water was almost freezing against his bare skin. There were so many things he could be doing right at this moment but instead he was here, doing something he’d never really done before and for a moment he wondered if it was worth getting his trousers dirtied by the sand.

As his eyes fluttered close, he sighed, hoping that yesterday was anything but a dream. )
 
 
29 March 2010 @ 08:28 am
When the fireflies die.  
✦ G; romance
⌧ for #244 of [community profile] slashthedrabble; 100 words

Stage lights brought the two of them together – a chance encounter, one might say. Under it they discovered each other, in faked amity and choreographed smiles, the brightness of the lights blinding them to all the pretentiousness. They didn’t have to put themselves through the torture of trying to be friends or closer when they’re just doing it for their jobs.

It takes a conscious choice to stay close with each other once they’re off stage, and they did make that decision.

It was their own decision to stay together sans the make-up, the costumes, the music, and the lights.