youkoso: dns (fault lines)
rei "tell ritsu to unblock me" sakuma ([personal profile] youkoso) wrote in [personal profile] kaowont 2019-07-25 07:02 am (UTC)

( beneath the gravity of this foreign feeling, the room seems to sink around him, as if crushed beneath the weight of a great sigh. it's a heaviness that tears downward at his chest; his heart, a rock, sinking down, and his lungs gently crushed. this is the sort of sadness he doesn't know (not yet), but—no—he does know, he does know; the boy in his coffin, whose shape is twice his size.

the ceiling seems lower; coming lower, he thinks, and the books, those seven or eight shelves he couldn't reach, come lower, too, to the ground. should he collect them? his breathing comes ragged; he coughs sudden, inhaling jaggedly, and the shock blots out the candle. in the dark, sweat framing his hair wet around his face, he grips his book against his stomach and a hand against his chest. he's afraid, he's afraid of dying here, he thinks; but if he had to put a a truer name to it: he's afraid of loss.

perhaps it is better, then, to let the encroaching cold of the casket seize him, and deliver him to the cool rivers that lap against the shores in the land below the earth. maybe it's better to die here, his small body hunched over and trembling, and not a sound in the darkness but his harsh coughing alone.

and then there is warmth, and a sharp flash of fire.

ah, his forehead feels hot. he presses his fingers against it, and around him he sees— a field of dandelions blooming, the wind carrying wishes around him, into the coming dawn. )


... Kaoru... kun...?

( a faint voice, groggy, his vision unfocused and vague; but he had known this scent of tulips, he had known this familiar presence pulsing through their shared heart. he doesn't know why kaoru's here, or why their faces are so close, nor does he recognize, even, that they're so close at all; in his half-asleep state, everything seems natural, nonsensical, and well.

how wonderful it is that kaoru would greet him first thing in the morning. his fingers curl around kaoru's hand around his, seeking instinctive warmth. his body is still terribly cold ... but a degree or two warmer than it was several moments ago. )


... Good morning. Did you sleep well?

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