[Fic - the GazettE] Drabble for word #148
Drabble written for the prompt word #148 from 15_minute_fic . Word is under cut in case anyone wants to try it first.
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Word #148: Eye
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Ruki loves to wear contacts. He owns multiple pairs, all tinged with some odd color that isn't natural, isn't normal. But somehow every shade matches him and every little circle serves to hide his true self from others.
Because eyes are the windows to the soul.
And Ruki doesn't like others to see that far past the invisible boundaries, that personal bubble, that he has spent so long to build up.
Reita dislikes those colored lenses that Ruki insists on donning before every performance, for every public appearance. And he dislikes those clunky, too large frames that the younger man uses to hide away his exposed irises whenever he doesn't have the time or the will to pop in those wretched contacts.
Because Reita loves Ruki's eyes.
And he loves peering absent-mindedly into them, past the facade that Ruki wears every day, past the fake smiles and fake emotions.
One day when Reita visited what he thought would be an empty studio, the sound of gentle sobbing reached his ears. It was Ruki, and his soul bled from eyes that had been left bare and defenseless. And all Reita could do was hold onto his friend, his bandmate, his unrequited love, and hope that one day those eyes would look back at him, free at last from those lying lenses and hated frames.
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Word #148: Eye
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Ruki loves to wear contacts. He owns multiple pairs, all tinged with some odd color that isn't natural, isn't normal. But somehow every shade matches him and every little circle serves to hide his true self from others.
Because eyes are the windows to the soul.
And Ruki doesn't like others to see that far past the invisible boundaries, that personal bubble, that he has spent so long to build up.
Reita dislikes those colored lenses that Ruki insists on donning before every performance, for every public appearance. And he dislikes those clunky, too large frames that the younger man uses to hide away his exposed irises whenever he doesn't have the time or the will to pop in those wretched contacts.
Because Reita loves Ruki's eyes.
And he loves peering absent-mindedly into them, past the facade that Ruki wears every day, past the fake smiles and fake emotions.
One day when Reita visited what he thought would be an empty studio, the sound of gentle sobbing reached his ears. It was Ruki, and his soul bled from eyes that had been left bare and defenseless. And all Reita could do was hold onto his friend, his bandmate, his unrequited love, and hope that one day those eyes would look back at him, free at last from those lying lenses and hated frames.