[Fic - the GazettE] Drabble for word #152
Drabble written for the prompt word #152 from 15_minute_fic . Word is under cut in case anyone wants to try it first.
Main character: Ruki
Word #152: Brush
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Heated sighs filled the small room, the wispy puffs of lust exhaling into the cold winter's air.
Winter.
It was Ruki's favourite season, the season when time around him froze with the slightly melted snow, and all sounds quieted as though afraid to disturb the many snowflakes that slumbered upon every branch.
He hated the cold but he loved the feeling of emptiness that was left in the wake of pouring every tear, every smile, every wrench of his heart onto paper stained with inky smudges and scratched out scribbles.
And he loved the feeling of warm fingers brushing against his icy skin, pink hues imprinting upon a pallid canvas. The heat that dove deep into his very core, filling if for only a moment that void in the middle of his soul. A moment that could only be cast off to mingle with the others, to become what was his prose, his lyrics.
Yes, it was finally winter again.
Main character: Ruki
Word #152: Brush
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Heated sighs filled the small room, the wispy puffs of lust exhaling into the cold winter's air.
Winter.
It was Ruki's favourite season, the season when time around him froze with the slightly melted snow, and all sounds quieted as though afraid to disturb the many snowflakes that slumbered upon every branch.
He hated the cold but he loved the feeling of emptiness that was left in the wake of pouring every tear, every smile, every wrench of his heart onto paper stained with inky smudges and scratched out scribbles.
And he loved the feeling of warm fingers brushing against his icy skin, pink hues imprinting upon a pallid canvas. The heat that dove deep into his very core, filling if for only a moment that void in the middle of his soul. A moment that could only be cast off to mingle with the others, to become what was his prose, his lyrics.
Yes, it was finally winter again.