[Fic - the GazettE] Drabble for word #153
Drabble written for the prompt word #153 from 15_minute_fic . Word is under cut in case anyone wants to try it first.
Main character: Aoi
Word #153: Cold
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Aoi couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that things had started falling apart. One moment, there was warmth enveloping him, soothing his irritation at the world in general and lulling him into a false sense of security that by then had become all too familiar. And then it was gone, wisked away by the chill of loneliness and leaving behind only goosebumps on skin that almost couldn't remember what it was like to be anything but cold.
And yet whenever he closed his eyes he could almost feel that warmth once more, the touch of calloused fingers that bordered on unpleasant from their roughness. Buried beneath too many layers of blankets, and coats, and the guilt that weighed upon his heart and still he shivered, as though his soul wanted to shake free of that pain that had settled on it.
Lies, that he couldn't discern the moment that his world had shattered to pieces around him. Aoi very well knew that the moment that he had watched Reita as he walked out that door... that was the moment that his warmth had dissipated, giving way to the cold.
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So I claimed Aoi/Reita over at 50stories only to find out afterward that these two are so incredibly awkward together in my head. Or maybe it's just Aoi. Quite possibly because I stalk his Twitter so any somewhat cool image of him in my mind is pretty much ruined. I dunno but I figured I'd play around with a few of these 15 minute drabble things to try to get a better feel for him/them. It's kind of obvious that the first try failed, lol.
It's gonna be a long, long 50 49 stories. >.>
Main character: Aoi
Word #153: Cold
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Aoi couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that things had started falling apart. One moment, there was warmth enveloping him, soothing his irritation at the world in general and lulling him into a false sense of security that by then had become all too familiar. And then it was gone, wisked away by the chill of loneliness and leaving behind only goosebumps on skin that almost couldn't remember what it was like to be anything but cold.
And yet whenever he closed his eyes he could almost feel that warmth once more, the touch of calloused fingers that bordered on unpleasant from their roughness. Buried beneath too many layers of blankets, and coats, and the guilt that weighed upon his heart and still he shivered, as though his soul wanted to shake free of that pain that had settled on it.
Lies, that he couldn't discern the moment that his world had shattered to pieces around him. Aoi very well knew that the moment that he had watched Reita as he walked out that door... that was the moment that his warmth had dissipated, giving way to the cold.
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So I claimed Aoi/Reita over at 50stories only to find out afterward that these two are so incredibly awkward together in my head. Or maybe it's just Aoi. Quite possibly because I stalk his Twitter so any somewhat cool image of him in my mind is pretty much ruined. I dunno but I figured I'd play around with a few of these 15 minute drabble things to try to get a better feel for him/them. It's kind of obvious that the first try failed, lol.
It's gonna be a long, long 50 49 stories. >.>