Paint By Numbers [Miyavi x Takeru Drabble]
Title: Paint By Numbers
Author: gioiadivisione
Theme: 004 50. Rainbow
Rating: G, Totally Safe.
Pairing: Miyavi x Takeru
Band[s]: Solo Artist, SuG
Disclaimer: I don't own or know Miyavi or Takeru, I just own these words.
Summary: That's all we are, really, a series of moments each painted it's own shade, molded together to create something whole.
Comments: Written for 50stories , Beta'd by konicoffee
I can't help but wonder what's going through your head as you sit there with your guitar, deaf to the world around you and so utterly content to be lost in the moment, in the sounds you create with your bare hands.
Are your thoughts like mine? Mirrored with notes and rhythms and movement patterns the way mine are with color and imagery?
It took me a long time to get comfortable with us, with the silence we can fall into as you write your melodies while I sit across the room from you, writing whatever's trapped itself inside my head. Stealing occasional glances just to catch those little moments where you stop to write something down, a pick between your teeth.
That's all we are, really - a series of moments, each painted its own shade, molded together to create something whole.
There are blue days when it just feels like it'll never stop raining, like we'll never get past the red anger of the day before. Those days leave a purple bruise on our relationship that, with time, heals into the brilliant golden glow of passion and forgiveness.
I've grown to cherish when green spontaneity takes hold of one of us, even when it's just a pink-sweet kiss we weren't expecting on a day overshaded in doubt.
Even moments like these, the hazy greys that live between the brighter schemes, have their value. They serve to both connect and divide the bigger strokes of color in our lives. They're our time to breathe, to embrace calmness and reflect.
It's when you speak that knocks me out of my reverie and draws my eyes away from the picture I've painted of us in my mind.
"What's so heavy on your mind?" You whisper, pushing back your headphones to rest on your shoulders. You smile and it washes over me, the final stroke that blends and blurs our colors together and brings the image to life.
"Nothing important," I can't help but return your infectious grin. "And everything that matters."
Love is never just black and white.
[AN: It's a little random, and probably a little disconnected. But I like it either way.]
Author: gioiadivisione
Theme: 004 50. Rainbow
Rating: G, Totally Safe.
Pairing: Miyavi x Takeru
Band[s]: Solo Artist, SuG
Disclaimer: I don't own or know Miyavi or Takeru, I just own these words.
Summary: That's all we are, really, a series of moments each painted it's own shade, molded together to create something whole.
Comments: Written for 50stories , Beta'd by konicoffee
I can't help but wonder what's going through your head as you sit there with your guitar, deaf to the world around you and so utterly content to be lost in the moment, in the sounds you create with your bare hands.
Are your thoughts like mine? Mirrored with notes and rhythms and movement patterns the way mine are with color and imagery?
It took me a long time to get comfortable with us, with the silence we can fall into as you write your melodies while I sit across the room from you, writing whatever's trapped itself inside my head. Stealing occasional glances just to catch those little moments where you stop to write something down, a pick between your teeth.
That's all we are, really - a series of moments, each painted its own shade, molded together to create something whole.
There are blue days when it just feels like it'll never stop raining, like we'll never get past the red anger of the day before. Those days leave a purple bruise on our relationship that, with time, heals into the brilliant golden glow of passion and forgiveness.
I've grown to cherish when green spontaneity takes hold of one of us, even when it's just a pink-sweet kiss we weren't expecting on a day overshaded in doubt.
Even moments like these, the hazy greys that live between the brighter schemes, have their value. They serve to both connect and divide the bigger strokes of color in our lives. They're our time to breathe, to embrace calmness and reflect.
It's when you speak that knocks me out of my reverie and draws my eyes away from the picture I've painted of us in my mind.
"What's so heavy on your mind?" You whisper, pushing back your headphones to rest on your shoulders. You smile and it washes over me, the final stroke that blends and blurs our colors together and brings the image to life.
"Nothing important," I can't help but return your infectious grin. "And everything that matters."
Love is never just black and white.
[AN: It's a little random, and probably a little disconnected. But I like it either way.]