'These Simple Breaths' - [Aoi/Uruha] 1/3
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colberryTitle: These Simple Breaths [because I'm drowning in your lungs]
Chapter: 1/3
Description: This gold is fading. Three moments that meant everything when nothing went right.
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Notes: A little side-project I've been working on. These 3 drabbles will focus on Aoi/Uruha's relationship. A second 3-shot will focus on a different couple. Each drabble has a picture-prompt. Enjoy! :)
A million stars are exploding in his chest -- that feel of winter-pale against his cheek -- and Yuu is standing next to that damn phone, fingers itching;
"I swear this is it, Yuu. I fucking swear it."
But neither of them knew it would ache this much, that the pillow would feel so damp from bitter nights colliding with the moon and feeling nothing but static between the sheets.
And this isn't what Kouyou expected when he told the elder: "I want to make this everything."
But here they are, nothing between their fingers and Yuu is dialing those empty digits, each push-tone snapping the strings that kept his heart together.
Why --?
"I think I do it because I love you too much."
The answer doesn't make sense and Yuu is sobbing on his knees, pouring out riffs of why-can't-we-just-stop into the receiver and Kouyou is on the other line, tugging the cord and fighting the tantalizing urge to wrap the wires around his neck.
I'll stop it all.
His fingers tremble and suddenly Kouyou finds himself falling into Yuu's shoulders, and he catches those ebony locks and brings the silk-laden strands to his lips. He murmurs quietly into Yuu's hair that maybe he can try and fix this
and maybe -- just maybe --
Hot breaths are slick across the inky blackness of the man's tresses, the only place Kouyou can truly pour his ever-living-almost-dying-always-pleading heart out because it sometimes feels like he's whispering into an endless abyss. And he likes to think he can hide here and pretend that Yuu isn't trying to tear himself away from his grip, from this.
But when Yuu hoarsely says, "You break my world too easily."
Kouyou almost collapses right there, almost breaks apart completely because he didn't mean to.
"I didn't mean to -- not this time."
But his lips are no longer caressing that curtain of black, he's whispering Elizabethan tragedies into stagnant air and the whole world and every soul can hear him scream.
"I didn't mean to --"
But the dial tone is shrieking in his ear and there's nothing more he can try to say.
Because Yuu tore the phone from the wall.
The number you are trying to reach is unavailable.
&&&
Chapter 2
Chapter: 1/3
Description: This gold is fading. Three moments that meant everything when nothing went right.
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Notes: A little side-project I've been working on. These 3 drabbles will focus on Aoi/Uruha's relationship. A second 3-shot will focus on a different couple. Each drabble has a picture-prompt. Enjoy! :)
A million stars are exploding in his chest -- that feel of winter-pale against his cheek -- and Yuu is standing next to that damn phone, fingers itching;
"I swear this is it, Yuu. I fucking swear it."
But neither of them knew it would ache this much, that the pillow would feel so damp from bitter nights colliding with the moon and feeling nothing but static between the sheets.
And this isn't what Kouyou expected when he told the elder: "I want to make this everything."
But here they are, nothing between their fingers and Yuu is dialing those empty digits, each push-tone snapping the strings that kept his heart together.
Why --?
"I think I do it because I love you too much."
The answer doesn't make sense and Yuu is sobbing on his knees, pouring out riffs of why-can't-we-just-stop into the receiver and Kouyou is on the other line, tugging the cord and fighting the tantalizing urge to wrap the wires around his neck.
I'll stop it all.
His fingers tremble and suddenly Kouyou finds himself falling into Yuu's shoulders, and he catches those ebony locks and brings the silk-laden strands to his lips. He murmurs quietly into Yuu's hair that maybe he can try and fix this
and maybe -- just maybe --
Hot breaths are slick across the inky blackness of the man's tresses, the only place Kouyou can truly pour his ever-living-almost-dying-always-pleading heart out because it sometimes feels like he's whispering into an endless abyss. And he likes to think he can hide here and pretend that Yuu isn't trying to tear himself away from his grip, from this.
But when Yuu hoarsely says, "You break my world too easily."
Kouyou almost collapses right there, almost breaks apart completely because he didn't mean to.
"I didn't mean to -- not this time."
But his lips are no longer caressing that curtain of black, he's whispering Elizabethan tragedies into stagnant air and the whole world and every soul can hear him scream.
"I didn't mean to --"
But the dial tone is shrieking in his ear and there's nothing more he can try to say.
Because Yuu tore the phone from the wall.
The number you are trying to reach is unavailable.
&&&
Chapter 2
