[FIC] the wordless lullaby
THIS DRABBLE IS SO RANDOM I DON'T EVEN KNOW-
Yeah so uh. Stupid warm fuzzy thing I couldn't get out from my head, so this is totally the best solution to get it out. The other party is deliberately left ambiguous so I you can insert whatever character you want there and it will work. Somehow. IDK.
It was hard to tell what time was it when Hijikata Toshirou found himself blinking out abruptly from the sleep he had been in-everything was dark and quiet, and his senses were too fuzzy for him to determine anything at the moment. Not only that, it was also warm; not the kind of warm that was hot and sweaty, but the kind of warm that was just warm, a pleasant warmth that was covering him like a secure cocoon and was gently prodding him to go back to sleep.
The man blinked again, senses still a bit too awake for the moment to let him doze off just yet, but neither were they willing to be active again for him to be aware of anything besides the warmth. It was a pleasant, drowsy sort of feeling-nothing he could find himself comparing to anything else right there and then, and it simply felt good and nice and right.
He found himself suddenly aware of a hand on his head, and attempted to make a sound to protest, but that soon quickly gave way to a tired sort of sound as fingers slipped into his hair, threading them around as fingertips pressed against his scalp lightly. He was too tired to think, to even form a proper coherent thought. All he knew was the warmth and heat of the body next to him, a steady heartbeat that comforted him as it beat in rhythmic tuneless lullaby under his ear, in that chest his head was resting against. Hijikata couldn’t see clearly in the darkness (not that it mattered, as his vision was still far too blurry), but he could pick up the scent of someone very familiar-familiar enough that his mind didn’t even bother to guess who it exactly was, knowing it was someone he could simply let down his guard without a thought, to relax wholly and completely and surrendering himself to that quiet heartbeat and the hand in his hair.
Warm. It was warm. Warm and good and safe.
Hijikata made a sound (a word?) his tired brain could not process, and all he heard was a chuckle or a sigh or something in return, he couldn’t tell. He was just too tired, too exhausted. All he registered was the warmth. Nice and solid and warm and comfortable.
A slight shift all of a sudden, and he felt himself trying to protest again, but soon the hand was back on his head, stroking his hair once more, and the man quickly relaxed once more. He didn’t know how long this went on, but it seemed too quick before he found himself slipping, losing hold of his consciousness as the warmth started to envelop him whole, wrapping him up in its protection. He just barely felt a pair of lips pressed against his forehead, a hushed whisper he couldn’t make out at all with his tired mind, and the warmth curling around him a little more, lulling him towards the comfort of sleep which he only slipped into all too soon.
The only coherent thought that came to him as he did was warm.
Yeah so uh. Stupid warm fuzzy thing I couldn't get out from my head, so this is totally the best solution to get it out. The other party is deliberately left ambiguous so I you can insert whatever character you want there and it will work. Somehow. IDK.
It was hard to tell what time was it when Hijikata Toshirou found himself blinking out abruptly from the sleep he had been in-everything was dark and quiet, and his senses were too fuzzy for him to determine anything at the moment. Not only that, it was also warm; not the kind of warm that was hot and sweaty, but the kind of warm that was just warm, a pleasant warmth that was covering him like a secure cocoon and was gently prodding him to go back to sleep.
The man blinked again, senses still a bit too awake for the moment to let him doze off just yet, but neither were they willing to be active again for him to be aware of anything besides the warmth. It was a pleasant, drowsy sort of feeling-nothing he could find himself comparing to anything else right there and then, and it simply felt good and nice and right.
He found himself suddenly aware of a hand on his head, and attempted to make a sound to protest, but that soon quickly gave way to a tired sort of sound as fingers slipped into his hair, threading them around as fingertips pressed against his scalp lightly. He was too tired to think, to even form a proper coherent thought. All he knew was the warmth and heat of the body next to him, a steady heartbeat that comforted him as it beat in rhythmic tuneless lullaby under his ear, in that chest his head was resting against. Hijikata couldn’t see clearly in the darkness (not that it mattered, as his vision was still far too blurry), but he could pick up the scent of someone very familiar-familiar enough that his mind didn’t even bother to guess who it exactly was, knowing it was someone he could simply let down his guard without a thought, to relax wholly and completely and surrendering himself to that quiet heartbeat and the hand in his hair.
Warm. It was warm. Warm and good and safe.
Hijikata made a sound (a word?) his tired brain could not process, and all he heard was a chuckle or a sigh or something in return, he couldn’t tell. He was just too tired, too exhausted. All he registered was the warmth. Nice and solid and warm and comfortable.
A slight shift all of a sudden, and he felt himself trying to protest again, but soon the hand was back on his head, stroking his hair once more, and the man quickly relaxed once more. He didn’t know how long this went on, but it seemed too quick before he found himself slipping, losing hold of his consciousness as the warmth started to envelop him whole, wrapping him up in its protection. He just barely felt a pair of lips pressed against his forehead, a hushed whisper he couldn’t make out at all with his tired mind, and the warmth curling around him a little more, lulling him towards the comfort of sleep which he only slipped into all too soon.
The only coherent thought that came to him as he did was warm.