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Title: Cold No More
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Die is drunk, cold and doesn’t know how he ended up in the empty park making angels in the snow. Chances are it’ll turn out to be the warmest evening of his life, after all.
Comments:
fonulyn: This began when sick_pride was wonderful enough to give me some prompt pictures, and seinen_no picked this one saying she wanted a drabble on that. Turns out, it became two drabbles and now I’m posting the first version. In this one, it’s Die sending the message, in the second version (I try to get it up on Sunday maybe) it’s Toshiya sending it. I at least liked how the same picture resulted in two pretty different ficlets :) Yeah, anyways, please do enjoy x)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Cold No More
The cold wind seemed to bite straight through into his bones, sending a few fluffy flakes of snow swirling in the air. It was actually a wonder there even was snow, it wasn’t that usual and yet it seemed to fit. At least his mood. Die had been drinking the whole night, and still he wasn’t as massively pissed as he should’ve been. Maybe he was developing a better head for it, he snorted inwardly as he realized he was still able to actually walk straight.
Until he slipped and fell down on his flat ass right in the snow he had been admiring seconds earlier. With a huge sigh he fell backwards instead of trying to get up. It was actually quite pretty like this, watching the stars glimmering somewhere up there. Giggling, he moved both his arms and his legs, making an angel in the snow.
It was fun as long as it lasted, but when he afterwards still stayed lying down on his back, he was slowly beginning to feel the coldness seep up along his spine. Maybe it was partly the snow that made its way into his loose pants, pressing against the skin of his back as his jacket had ridden up along his back. A clear shudder went through him, and when he sneezed he decided that it was time to actually get up.
With the second attempt he managed to get up on his feet, brushing most of the snow off his clothes, and trying to dig it out of his back as well with not that great success. His fingers were beginning to ache, so he shoved his hands into his pockets in an attempt to warm them up. Absent-mindedly he was toying with his mobile phone, running his thumb over the side and turning it around between his fingers.
Maybe he should?
Probably he shouldn’t.
Then again, what could he lose with it?
Maybe it was the fact that he was drunk, maybe it was the desperation that had been piling up for the past months. Or maybe there wasn’t any real reason at all, except for impulse as he dug out his mobile from his pocket and began to type a message. A moment later he just stood there, staring at the display of his phone.
Im drunk and i love you
No, no. That didn’t sound anything like he had wanted to. Love confessions were supposed to be grand, impressive and breathtaking! Or then love confessions were these slow, romantic moments when the words just spilled on their own. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t this. He would never send a message like that, so better delete it before he would do something he’d regret.
Four seconds and pressing three buttons later, Die was still staring at the display of his phone. This time disbelievingly. He hadn’t just sent the message, had he? Had he? The answer came a moment later when his phone rang. Demandingly, the tune cut through the air, kept on demanding his attention. A single glance at the caller ID was enough to confirm that he had indeed sent the message. Why else would he get a call, especially right now. With a sigh, he raised the phone to his ear.
“Yeah.”
“Die? Where are you?”
Toshiya’s voice was nothing out of the usual, maybe a bit more curious than average, a hint of something like worry laced in the undercurrents of it. Yet Die didn’t comment on that, only ran his fingers through his hair in a nervous gesture, trying to figure out what to reply to that. In his alcohol-laced mind he managed to only come up with the truth though, as pathetic as it sounded. “The park.” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate on that further as they both knew which park he meant anyways. It was the park. They’d spent countless moments there, either just the two of them or with a bunch of friends. Only usually in the summer. Or at least when there was no snow.
“Alright. Wait there. I’m coming right up.”
The answer was something so typically Toshiya. He didn’t give Die the time to protest, the time to reply anything. He simply stated how things were and expected it to be accepted like that. So before Die even realized what was going on he had already been cut off and he was standing there with the beeping mobile on his ear. With a small shrug he settled for it, dropping the phone back into his pocket. He would wait as he’d been told.
Twenty-something minutes later Die was freezing. He had again stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to keep them at least remotely warm. It didn’t work that well though, the only thing even colder than his fingers were his toes. He tried to move around, walk in circles or jump a bit, even if it gained him odd glances from the few passers by. Not that there were many, he was practically alone in there, surrounded by darkness and the thin layer of snow covering everything. He was already beginning to think that he would soon be covered in a layer of snow as well, when he heard a familiar voice greeting him.
“Hi. Sorry it took long.” When Die swung around he was face to face with smiling Toshiya, and no matter how cold and frozen and grumpy he had been just a second ago, that smile washed away all of that and just made him smile in return. When he spotted what Toshiya had with him, the surprise spread right over his features, his eyes widening and even his lips falling open. “Wha -?” He nodded into the general direction of the item, not even able to form a coherent question.
Toshiya arched an eyebrow, making a questioning sound but then he followed the direction of Die’s gaze into what he was holding in his hand and laughed. “Oh this! It’s for you.” He reached out his hand, offering Die what indeed seemed to be an ice cream cone. “I already ate mine on the way, so yeah, this is yours.” He smiled again, when Die automatically reached to take the ice cream into his at least equally icy fingers. Toshiya must be crazy, he thought inwardly, and yet he couldn’t help but to chuckle at that.
“You’re weird, Tosh, I hope you know that.” He shook his head, tentatively tasting the ice cream. Chocolate. At least Toshiya had known to pick the right flavor for him. Or of course he had, they knew each other well enough, and he knew that if Toshiya had eaten his own cone already on the way, it had definitely been mango-banana. The sweet made him smile though, as cold as it was, and somehow as weird as it sounded it made him feel all warm inside.
“Yeah, I know.” Toshiya laughed, that contagious, free cackle of his that reached all the way up to his sparkling eyes. He had shoved his hands into his pockets as well, a scarf wrapped loosely around his long neck. He at least had his winter-gear much more under control than Die did, obviously. Then again he had known he’d be coming into a snow-covered park while to Die, it had still been a big mystery an hour ago. The guitarist was interrupted in his thoughts soon though, when the other man spoke up again. “I just wanted to get you one since we always eat one here.”
The reasoning was flawless, simple and typically Toshiya. And Die had to admit that it worked. At least it instantly made him smile and the ice cream tasted even better than before. They didn’t say anything at all after that, just stood there in silence, in the middle of the park in the darkness. Just the two of them. And when Die had finally finished his cone, wiping his fingers on his pants – they were wet anyways – Toshiya stepped closer to wrap an arm around his shoulders. “Let’s get you home and all warmed up, eh?”
Die nodded, the smile on his lips widening. It was so easy to tilt his head to the side and rest it on the other man’s shoulder for a second, the arm around him even tightening as a response.
Together they walked off, and Die wasn’t feeling cold any longer.
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words: 1405
Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Die is drunk, cold and doesn’t know how he ended up in the empty park making angels in the snow. Chances are it’ll turn out to be the warmest evening of his life, after all.
Comments:
fonulyn: This began when sick_pride was wonderful enough to give me some prompt pictures, and seinen_no picked this one saying she wanted a drabble on that. Turns out, it became two drabbles and now I’m posting the first version. In this one, it’s Die sending the message, in the second version (I try to get it up on Sunday maybe) it’s Toshiya sending it. I at least liked how the same picture resulted in two pretty different ficlets :) Yeah, anyways, please do enjoy x)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
The cold wind seemed to bite straight through into his bones, sending a few fluffy flakes of snow swirling in the air. It was actually a wonder there even was snow, it wasn’t that usual and yet it seemed to fit. At least his mood. Die had been drinking the whole night, and still he wasn’t as massively pissed as he should’ve been. Maybe he was developing a better head for it, he snorted inwardly as he realized he was still able to actually walk straight.
Until he slipped and fell down on his flat ass right in the snow he had been admiring seconds earlier. With a huge sigh he fell backwards instead of trying to get up. It was actually quite pretty like this, watching the stars glimmering somewhere up there. Giggling, he moved both his arms and his legs, making an angel in the snow.
It was fun as long as it lasted, but when he afterwards still stayed lying down on his back, he was slowly beginning to feel the coldness seep up along his spine. Maybe it was partly the snow that made its way into his loose pants, pressing against the skin of his back as his jacket had ridden up along his back. A clear shudder went through him, and when he sneezed he decided that it was time to actually get up.
With the second attempt he managed to get up on his feet, brushing most of the snow off his clothes, and trying to dig it out of his back as well with not that great success. His fingers were beginning to ache, so he shoved his hands into his pockets in an attempt to warm them up. Absent-mindedly he was toying with his mobile phone, running his thumb over the side and turning it around between his fingers.
Maybe he should?
Probably he shouldn’t.
Then again, what could he lose with it?
Maybe it was the fact that he was drunk, maybe it was the desperation that had been piling up for the past months. Or maybe there wasn’t any real reason at all, except for impulse as he dug out his mobile from his pocket and began to type a message. A moment later he just stood there, staring at the display of his phone.
Im drunk and i love you
No, no. That didn’t sound anything like he had wanted to. Love confessions were supposed to be grand, impressive and breathtaking! Or then love confessions were these slow, romantic moments when the words just spilled on their own. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t this. He would never send a message like that, so better delete it before he would do something he’d regret.
Four seconds and pressing three buttons later, Die was still staring at the display of his phone. This time disbelievingly. He hadn’t just sent the message, had he? Had he? The answer came a moment later when his phone rang. Demandingly, the tune cut through the air, kept on demanding his attention. A single glance at the caller ID was enough to confirm that he had indeed sent the message. Why else would he get a call, especially right now. With a sigh, he raised the phone to his ear.
“Yeah.”
“Die? Where are you?”
Toshiya’s voice was nothing out of the usual, maybe a bit more curious than average, a hint of something like worry laced in the undercurrents of it. Yet Die didn’t comment on that, only ran his fingers through his hair in a nervous gesture, trying to figure out what to reply to that. In his alcohol-laced mind he managed to only come up with the truth though, as pathetic as it sounded. “The park.” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate on that further as they both knew which park he meant anyways. It was the park. They’d spent countless moments there, either just the two of them or with a bunch of friends. Only usually in the summer. Or at least when there was no snow.
“Alright. Wait there. I’m coming right up.”
The answer was something so typically Toshiya. He didn’t give Die the time to protest, the time to reply anything. He simply stated how things were and expected it to be accepted like that. So before Die even realized what was going on he had already been cut off and he was standing there with the beeping mobile on his ear. With a small shrug he settled for it, dropping the phone back into his pocket. He would wait as he’d been told.
Twenty-something minutes later Die was freezing. He had again stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to keep them at least remotely warm. It didn’t work that well though, the only thing even colder than his fingers were his toes. He tried to move around, walk in circles or jump a bit, even if it gained him odd glances from the few passers by. Not that there were many, he was practically alone in there, surrounded by darkness and the thin layer of snow covering everything. He was already beginning to think that he would soon be covered in a layer of snow as well, when he heard a familiar voice greeting him.
“Hi. Sorry it took long.” When Die swung around he was face to face with smiling Toshiya, and no matter how cold and frozen and grumpy he had been just a second ago, that smile washed away all of that and just made him smile in return. When he spotted what Toshiya had with him, the surprise spread right over his features, his eyes widening and even his lips falling open. “Wha -?” He nodded into the general direction of the item, not even able to form a coherent question.
Toshiya arched an eyebrow, making a questioning sound but then he followed the direction of Die’s gaze into what he was holding in his hand and laughed. “Oh this! It’s for you.” He reached out his hand, offering Die what indeed seemed to be an ice cream cone. “I already ate mine on the way, so yeah, this is yours.” He smiled again, when Die automatically reached to take the ice cream into his at least equally icy fingers. Toshiya must be crazy, he thought inwardly, and yet he couldn’t help but to chuckle at that.
“You’re weird, Tosh, I hope you know that.” He shook his head, tentatively tasting the ice cream. Chocolate. At least Toshiya had known to pick the right flavor for him. Or of course he had, they knew each other well enough, and he knew that if Toshiya had eaten his own cone already on the way, it had definitely been mango-banana. The sweet made him smile though, as cold as it was, and somehow as weird as it sounded it made him feel all warm inside.
“Yeah, I know.” Toshiya laughed, that contagious, free cackle of his that reached all the way up to his sparkling eyes. He had shoved his hands into his pockets as well, a scarf wrapped loosely around his long neck. He at least had his winter-gear much more under control than Die did, obviously. Then again he had known he’d be coming into a snow-covered park while to Die, it had still been a big mystery an hour ago. The guitarist was interrupted in his thoughts soon though, when the other man spoke up again. “I just wanted to get you one since we always eat one here.”
The reasoning was flawless, simple and typically Toshiya. And Die had to admit that it worked. At least it instantly made him smile and the ice cream tasted even better than before. They didn’t say anything at all after that, just stood there in silence, in the middle of the park in the darkness. Just the two of them. And when Die had finally finished his cone, wiping his fingers on his pants – they were wet anyways – Toshiya stepped closer to wrap an arm around his shoulders. “Let’s get you home and all warmed up, eh?”
Die nodded, the smile on his lips widening. It was so easy to tilt his head to the side and rest it on the other man’s shoulder for a second, the arm around him even tightening as a response.
Together they walked off, and Die wasn’t feeling cold any longer.
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words: 1405
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I like it ♥
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Geez, that was utterly sweet and had sweeten my morning, you know that? Usually I don't like candies for breakfast but THIS... was delicious. Seriously, why you always put such a nice and absolutely fitting characterization in your characters? Dude, you amaze me. Die... can't describe it properly but the way he's drunk and makes some snow angels is just... Die. Just Die himself and this...
Maybe he should?
Probably he shouldn’t.
... was so typical for him and made me laugh. Haha, we always think that way when we're drunk - at least I am like that, haha XD
And Toshiya. Toshi-baby. He IS crazy, bringing some ice cream in deep winter but actually... it's just him. Perfect.
Ah, you and the boys just made my morning.
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Awh and stop making me blush! I don't know, I enjoy writing the two of them endlessly, as somehow they just ...flow. Half the time they write themselves x) And that makes it so enjoyable.
Do you have any idea just how much you now made me grin? :D Thank you soooo much for the comment! I'm happy happy happy that you liked it, and that you thought the characterizations succeeded too ;)
♥
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No! Because you made me blush yesterday so I only took my revenge, Madame! Haha, and it was so much fun to read them that calm and content and sweet and so them. Yep, I have to admit: With every new piece of your writing I like them more.
And don't thank me, it just the way I felt during reading it :)
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You meanie XD You are absolutely evil! ...and yet all too lovable ♥
Let's face it though, pretty much everything I write is calm and everyday and no big drama attached x)
"With every new piece of your writing I like them more."
Made my day! :D Seriously.
I want to thank you, so just accept it ;)
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hahaha, yeah I'm evil. And hardcore. And bought hello kitty, I am so evil... yeah *coughs*
Let's face it though, pretty much everything I write is calm and everyday and no big drama attached x)
That's one of the things why I like you stories that much. They always put me in a mood of absolute calmness.
ok, thank me. Even though it's not necessary ;)
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That's good to hear :) For me, it's always important to get the certain mood across. So yeah, that really is a big compliment :)
Thank you! ♥
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beautiful fic
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Thank you!
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And I can't wait to get home to eat ice cream :X (I'm a sucker for it, what can I say)
ps: I love your die icon :X:X:X:X
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haha me too XD I could eat loads of it.
Thank you!^^ If you want it, it's up for grabs too, like all of my icons x)
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And I seriously laughed at Die making a snow angel, giggling.
Yes, Toshiya, go make him warm! :D *dirty thoughts*
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*coughs* Go make him hot! 8D
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OMG I love this! just love it!!
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things like these just happen:)
loved it!especially how he fell on his flat ass:D:D
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haha and I'm glad to hear you like it (and his flat ass XD)! Thank you!
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Your icon is so lovely ;)
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thx for sharin :D
ps: i love your die/toshiya storys <3
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