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rabenhorst) wrote2009-11-14 04:28 pm
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Title: Postcards
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Die/Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kaoru had always mocked Die – lovingly of course – for his weird habit of sending himself postcards wherever they travelled. Yet now he has to admit that he actually likes the whole concept, a lot.
Comments:
fonulyn: This was inspired by the lovely prompt here. I don’t really know what to say about it, it’s more one of these ‘mood-drabbles’ than an actual fic. Yet, I figured it’d deserve its own entry :) I have more than a dozen drabble-ish ficlets (yay for a new term XD but it’s pretty descriptive) done so I figured I could begin posting them. Lemme know what you think! :)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Postcards
Softly Kaoru’s feet were padding on the floor as he walked across the living room. He had just returned home after a long meeting that had only required his presence, and he hoped that the younger man was already home by now. Knowing Die, he would already be asleep at this hour, only to then wake up a bit later to move to the living room so he could watch the late movie. He was a bad sleeper, only slept a couple of hours at a time, and Kaoru knew his usual rhythm by heart. Heading to the bedroom, he already pictured the younger man curled on the mattress, and wondered if he was sleeping soundly or again having nightmares.
Something made him stop in the doorway though, as he sensed something different in the atmosphere. Die definitely wasn’t sleeping. Almost carefully, he placed his hand on the door, pushing it open just enough so he could look inside, see the other man. Instantly a smile spread on his lips as he noticed what Die was doing; attaching postcards on the wall above the bedhead. Die was on his knees, reaching as far up as he can in his position, only to carefully place a card in the upper right corner of his little collage. Afterwards he leaned back, the concentrated frown replaced by a content smile as he admired his work.
It only took a moment and he reached up again, this time attaching another postcard right beside the previous one, a little higher maybe, to go on with his artistic view. That was the point when Kaoru couldn’t hold back any longer, he wanted to be a part of the moment, of the scene presented to him. For the first second he felt almost like an intruder, like he was breaking the magic of the moment, but it only took a smile from Die when he noticed him, and the feeling was long gone.
Kaoru stepped close, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the younger man’s cheek, and just plopped down to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. “You’re doing some decorations?” It was more a statement than a question though, the smile on Kaoru’s lips showing clearly that he didn’t mind at all. Automatically he reached out, brushing away a strand of hair from Die’s face. When his hand dropped down again, he like naturally allowed his fingertips to run along the other guitarist’s arm, giving his elbow the tiniest of squeezes.
“Yeah,” Die nodded instantly, not even trying to deny it, and willingly he went on with his explanation already before the other man asked anything. “Every time we’ve been somewhere, I’ve sent us a card.” That was the part Kaoru already knew, he had several times mocked the younger man for his habit of sending himself cards and saving them like they were the most precious thing on earth. “I thought,” the younger man went on, something almost shy in his smile, “that I’ll now begin putting them on the wall. Like a picture story of us, of where we’ve been. And we can always look at it and remember.”
The explanation made Kaoru smile and he leaned in, resting his head on the other man’s shoulder while sneaking one arm around his waist. “What about when the wall is full?” He asked lowly, his voice carrying all the emotions, the unspoken promises that he never voiced. That already was his promise to the other guitarist, promise to stick to him until their wall would be filled, maybe expanded on the other walls of the bedroom as well.
“Then,” Die smiled and turned his head just enough to look at Kaoru. “We will be old.” They both settled for that, as if it would explain everything.
Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Die/Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kaoru had always mocked Die – lovingly of course – for his weird habit of sending himself postcards wherever they travelled. Yet now he has to admit that he actually likes the whole concept, a lot.
Comments:
fonulyn: This was inspired by the lovely prompt here. I don’t really know what to say about it, it’s more one of these ‘mood-drabbles’ than an actual fic. Yet, I figured it’d deserve its own entry :) I have more than a dozen drabble-ish ficlets (yay for a new term XD but it’s pretty descriptive) done so I figured I could begin posting them. Lemme know what you think! :)And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Softly Kaoru’s feet were padding on the floor as he walked across the living room. He had just returned home after a long meeting that had only required his presence, and he hoped that the younger man was already home by now. Knowing Die, he would already be asleep at this hour, only to then wake up a bit later to move to the living room so he could watch the late movie. He was a bad sleeper, only slept a couple of hours at a time, and Kaoru knew his usual rhythm by heart. Heading to the bedroom, he already pictured the younger man curled on the mattress, and wondered if he was sleeping soundly or again having nightmares.
Something made him stop in the doorway though, as he sensed something different in the atmosphere. Die definitely wasn’t sleeping. Almost carefully, he placed his hand on the door, pushing it open just enough so he could look inside, see the other man. Instantly a smile spread on his lips as he noticed what Die was doing; attaching postcards on the wall above the bedhead. Die was on his knees, reaching as far up as he can in his position, only to carefully place a card in the upper right corner of his little collage. Afterwards he leaned back, the concentrated frown replaced by a content smile as he admired his work.
It only took a moment and he reached up again, this time attaching another postcard right beside the previous one, a little higher maybe, to go on with his artistic view. That was the point when Kaoru couldn’t hold back any longer, he wanted to be a part of the moment, of the scene presented to him. For the first second he felt almost like an intruder, like he was breaking the magic of the moment, but it only took a smile from Die when he noticed him, and the feeling was long gone.
Kaoru stepped close, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the younger man’s cheek, and just plopped down to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. “You’re doing some decorations?” It was more a statement than a question though, the smile on Kaoru’s lips showing clearly that he didn’t mind at all. Automatically he reached out, brushing away a strand of hair from Die’s face. When his hand dropped down again, he like naturally allowed his fingertips to run along the other guitarist’s arm, giving his elbow the tiniest of squeezes.
“Yeah,” Die nodded instantly, not even trying to deny it, and willingly he went on with his explanation already before the other man asked anything. “Every time we’ve been somewhere, I’ve sent us a card.” That was the part Kaoru already knew, he had several times mocked the younger man for his habit of sending himself cards and saving them like they were the most precious thing on earth. “I thought,” the younger man went on, something almost shy in his smile, “that I’ll now begin putting them on the wall. Like a picture story of us, of where we’ve been. And we can always look at it and remember.”
The explanation made Kaoru smile and he leaned in, resting his head on the other man’s shoulder while sneaking one arm around his waist. “What about when the wall is full?” He asked lowly, his voice carrying all the emotions, the unspoken promises that he never voiced. That already was his promise to the other guitarist, promise to stick to him until their wall would be filled, maybe expanded on the other walls of the bedroom as well.
“Then,” Die smiled and turned his head just enough to look at Kaoru. “We will be old.” They both settled for that, as if it would explain everything.