Drabble #28
Sep. 30th, 2008 10:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sagesariaPrompt: #52: Indescribable
Fandom: Flamingo Heights/Houshin Engi
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: G
Notes: According to some research my mom did a while ago, Sleeping Tiger, Poisoned Dragon is the Chinese name of the famous movie Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I figured since it’s the Chinese name, Chinese characters would refer to it that way XD Also, I'm failing so hard at endings right now.
Taiitsu rummaged for his keys, balancing his new device against his chest with the other arm. Fumbling a moment, he managed to open the door, leaving the keys in the lock while he found space to set the cumbersome object down. Some soft mandarin dialogue and a sad erhu melody were behind him, and as he stood back up and pulled his key back he looked behind him and saw that it was the tv. Sleeping Tiger, Poisoned Dragon. Fugen’s favorite movie.
Come to think of it, where was Fugen? He looked around the room, not taking long to catch a glimpse of gold from his roommate’s halo. A shock of blue hair rested on the arm of the couch, and as Taiitsu came around to look, he saw that Fugen was asleep there. He had probably been working on lesson plans, since he had his class notebook open on his chest.
This was a typical occurrence in the apartment. Fugen tended to fall asleep in front of the tv if he was working especially hard. Most days Taiitsu would just leave him be and go to his room to tinker with something. But this time as he looked at the sleeping angel, he caught himself staring, paying attention to every detail. The slight arc in his neck from the way his head lay on the arm of the couch. The way his eyelids fluttered ever-so-slightly; he must have been dreaming. How he was completely still, not making a sound and hardly moving save for the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.
He hesitated before smiling just a little. It had been a few weeks since the two of them had…done that. And this was the first time in a while that the Otaku Sennin had caught himself thinking about it. Seeing Fugen like this brought back memories of that time. When Taiitsu watched Fugen sleep before, in his arms. He remembered that warm, secure feeling. The absolute tranquility of having someone, of being in love.
He would have loved to experience that again.
But when he looked Fugen over again, he felt a slight, strange sadness. The two Juunisen had agreed to wait and see. To go back to their normal lives and, if they decided they wanted to go back to that, they would. But since that agreement everything had gone completely back to normal. Not that that was a bad thing. It was worlds better than spending the rest of their long lives avoiding each other. But it meant that the chances of that unusual, blissful, intimate relationship were slim.
Taiitsu sighed, distractedly fiddling with the scarf around his neck. Shouldn’t he be happy? Everything had turned into a confusing, frustrating mess and in the end he still had his friend. He knew better than to expect them to be together like that again. But still he wanted it.
He sighed again, shaking his head. He spared a glance at the end credits on the tv before looking back to Fugen, who scratched his nose briefly and settled into a more comfortable position on the couch. The notebook on his chest plopped to the floor as he moved. Taiitsu smiled a little again, carefully setting the notebook on the coffee table as he stood there quietly. Slowly he pulled up a soft blanket that rested on the back of the couch, draping it over Fugen. He spared a moment to watch as the angel sighed softly, nestling into the new warmth, then paced to his room, figuring a nap wasn‘t such a bad idea.
Fandom: Flamingo Heights/Houshin Engi
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: G
Notes: According to some research my mom did a while ago, Sleeping Tiger, Poisoned Dragon is the Chinese name of the famous movie Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I figured since it’s the Chinese name, Chinese characters would refer to it that way XD Also, I'm failing so hard at endings right now.
Taiitsu rummaged for his keys, balancing his new device against his chest with the other arm. Fumbling a moment, he managed to open the door, leaving the keys in the lock while he found space to set the cumbersome object down. Some soft mandarin dialogue and a sad erhu melody were behind him, and as he stood back up and pulled his key back he looked behind him and saw that it was the tv. Sleeping Tiger, Poisoned Dragon. Fugen’s favorite movie.
Come to think of it, where was Fugen? He looked around the room, not taking long to catch a glimpse of gold from his roommate’s halo. A shock of blue hair rested on the arm of the couch, and as Taiitsu came around to look, he saw that Fugen was asleep there. He had probably been working on lesson plans, since he had his class notebook open on his chest.
This was a typical occurrence in the apartment. Fugen tended to fall asleep in front of the tv if he was working especially hard. Most days Taiitsu would just leave him be and go to his room to tinker with something. But this time as he looked at the sleeping angel, he caught himself staring, paying attention to every detail. The slight arc in his neck from the way his head lay on the arm of the couch. The way his eyelids fluttered ever-so-slightly; he must have been dreaming. How he was completely still, not making a sound and hardly moving save for the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.
He hesitated before smiling just a little. It had been a few weeks since the two of them had…done that. And this was the first time in a while that the Otaku Sennin had caught himself thinking about it. Seeing Fugen like this brought back memories of that time. When Taiitsu watched Fugen sleep before, in his arms. He remembered that warm, secure feeling. The absolute tranquility of having someone, of being in love.
He would have loved to experience that again.
But when he looked Fugen over again, he felt a slight, strange sadness. The two Juunisen had agreed to wait and see. To go back to their normal lives and, if they decided they wanted to go back to that, they would. But since that agreement everything had gone completely back to normal. Not that that was a bad thing. It was worlds better than spending the rest of their long lives avoiding each other. But it meant that the chances of that unusual, blissful, intimate relationship were slim.
Taiitsu sighed, distractedly fiddling with the scarf around his neck. Shouldn’t he be happy? Everything had turned into a confusing, frustrating mess and in the end he still had his friend. He knew better than to expect them to be together like that again. But still he wanted it.
He sighed again, shaking his head. He spared a glance at the end credits on the tv before looking back to Fugen, who scratched his nose briefly and settled into a more comfortable position on the couch. The notebook on his chest plopped to the floor as he moved. Taiitsu smiled a little again, carefully setting the notebook on the coffee table as he stood there quietly. Slowly he pulled up a soft blanket that rested on the back of the couch, draping it over Fugen. He spared a moment to watch as the angel sighed softly, nestling into the new warmth, then paced to his room, figuring a nap wasn‘t such a bad idea.
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