The Nameless - Ni~ya x Sakito - #1 last morning together
Title: The Nameless
Author: jibunnohana
Band: Nightmare
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito
Theme: memories, #1 last morning together
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: In this antiquated place it was easy to pretend he was in another age with his nameless lover, that his other life and its newfound loneliness was the dream.
Comments: AU, inspired by this picture of Niya.
Out of the many things Sakito was not, someone who ends up in bed with strangers ranked fairly high on the list. Yet, he could not regret the tender warmth he felt waking up with a soft breath rushing over his ear and the fading languor in his muscles. Surely, this person wrapped around him had a name, but he didn’t know it and didn’t quite care. If he looked in the mirror Sakito was sure he would find his eyes bright and his lip curled in a smile unknowable to any who might see.
Next to him, the head rose off his shoulder in half-sleep with the face obscured by a mop of dark hair. He was a prefect accent to the old brooding décor of the room they shared at the countryside bed and breakfast, the finishing touch to the picture of leather chairs, dark cherrywood, and unusual vaulted windows. The hotel had been a castle in another life, and his lover the noble lord.
“Good morning,” Sakito murmured, turning to move the man’s hair away from his eyes, smoothing it back as he took his time to imprint the features into his memory. Sakito suspected he was in love, and wanted the enchantment to last as long as possible. He was graced with a gentle kiss for his efforts. “Do you have to go soon?”
“Yes,” was the whispered apologetic answer. Sakito expected it and wasn’t troubled. He wasn’t even resigned, but contented to know their paths had crossed at least for a night. The other got out of bed and began finding his discarded clothes. Once dressed, he took a seat the open window to light a cigarette, blowing smoke out into the ivy on the panes. His image was darker than ever against the glowing verdant leaves, part of the woodwork or a transparent ghost.
“Goodbye, then. It was…nice,” Sakito said to him, unable to express in words the thanks he felt. In this antiquated place it was easy to pretend he was in another age with his nameless lover, that his other life and its newfound loneliness was the dream.
Sakito’s smile was returned with all the same emotion. “Yeah, it really was.”
Author: jibunnohana
Band: Nightmare
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito
Theme: memories, #1 last morning together
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: In this antiquated place it was easy to pretend he was in another age with his nameless lover, that his other life and its newfound loneliness was the dream.
Comments: AU, inspired by this picture of Niya.
Out of the many things Sakito was not, someone who ends up in bed with strangers ranked fairly high on the list. Yet, he could not regret the tender warmth he felt waking up with a soft breath rushing over his ear and the fading languor in his muscles. Surely, this person wrapped around him had a name, but he didn’t know it and didn’t quite care. If he looked in the mirror Sakito was sure he would find his eyes bright and his lip curled in a smile unknowable to any who might see.
Next to him, the head rose off his shoulder in half-sleep with the face obscured by a mop of dark hair. He was a prefect accent to the old brooding décor of the room they shared at the countryside bed and breakfast, the finishing touch to the picture of leather chairs, dark cherrywood, and unusual vaulted windows. The hotel had been a castle in another life, and his lover the noble lord.
“Good morning,” Sakito murmured, turning to move the man’s hair away from his eyes, smoothing it back as he took his time to imprint the features into his memory. Sakito suspected he was in love, and wanted the enchantment to last as long as possible. He was graced with a gentle kiss for his efforts. “Do you have to go soon?”
“Yes,” was the whispered apologetic answer. Sakito expected it and wasn’t troubled. He wasn’t even resigned, but contented to know their paths had crossed at least for a night. The other got out of bed and began finding his discarded clothes. Once dressed, he took a seat the open window to light a cigarette, blowing smoke out into the ivy on the panes. His image was darker than ever against the glowing verdant leaves, part of the woodwork or a transparent ghost.
“Goodbye, then. It was…nice,” Sakito said to him, unable to express in words the thanks he felt. In this antiquated place it was easy to pretend he was in another age with his nameless lover, that his other life and its newfound loneliness was the dream.
Sakito’s smile was returned with all the same emotion. “Yeah, it really was.”