peregrination (1/?; previously an untitled Kradam drabble)
peregrination (1/?)
Author: Shady F.
"What are you supposed to do after realizing that you still really care?
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Kradam (preslash), Kraty
It's been so long since you last saw him in person. What are you supposed to do after realizing that you still really care? Do you just stand there and wave awkwardly until he notices you? Do you go up to him and say hello? Do you run up to him and wrap your arms around him?
You try to control yourself, but it's too late. The adrenaline rushes straight to your legs, and you find yourself sprinting through the crowd, nudging oblivious victims out of the way as you practically crash into him. You hear him yelp, and you think at first that you did the wrong thing, but then you can hear him smiling through his words.
"Kris!" he shouts.
You pull away for a moment, your hands never leaving his shoulders. You find yourself unable to believe this right now. Is this really him? Are you dreaming again? You can't let go because he might just evaporate into thin air. You have to hold onto this moment, onto him.
"How are you, Adam?" you struggle to ask, unable to get over the feeling that somebody might have just stuffed cotton into your mouth.
"I miss you," Adam whispers into your ear, shrugging away from your touch. He weakly continues to smile as he turns away, walking out the door of the club. He looks back at you, and you want to follow him, see what he is thinking, but photographers never cooperate.
"Mr. Allen, what is up with Katy?"
"Hey, Kris, have you heard from Gokey lately?"
"I hear you're going to be on Saturday Night Live in the next month!"
The heat is rising in your brain. If it was possible, steam would be coming out of your ears right now. You can even feel your face flushing on fire as you start pushing photographers out of the way. Nobody can hear your stomping over the loud music in the background and you're kind of glad for that. You almost manage to make it out to the exit too where Adam just went through, but some poor soul decided to stand in your way again.
"Kris, how's the new album going?"
You stand there blankly, your brows knitting together as your voice rolls out of your throat in a tidal wave.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!"
You're going to regret this later, but you find yourself escaping the stares as you're tripping up the stairs. You're going to worry about the press coverage about your bratty exit later. Right now you just want to catch up with Adam. You think you' almost have too. You can see the dingy street light in your line of vision.
You cross the last stair in to the night and you slowly walk into the alleyway, looking around nervously. Your heart is beating so intensely that it is starting to hit your throat. Your breath is a rasp coming out of your chapped lips...Your heart begins to sink though.
The alleyway is empty.
There is no sign of Adam.
All you can see are footprints where he had stepped in a puddle on the way out.
Author: Shady F.
"What are you supposed to do after realizing that you still really care?
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Kradam (preslash), Kraty
It's been so long since you last saw him in person. What are you supposed to do after realizing that you still really care? Do you just stand there and wave awkwardly until he notices you? Do you go up to him and say hello? Do you run up to him and wrap your arms around him?
You try to control yourself, but it's too late. The adrenaline rushes straight to your legs, and you find yourself sprinting through the crowd, nudging oblivious victims out of the way as you practically crash into him. You hear him yelp, and you think at first that you did the wrong thing, but then you can hear him smiling through his words.
"Kris!" he shouts.
You pull away for a moment, your hands never leaving his shoulders. You find yourself unable to believe this right now. Is this really him? Are you dreaming again? You can't let go because he might just evaporate into thin air. You have to hold onto this moment, onto him.
"How are you, Adam?" you struggle to ask, unable to get over the feeling that somebody might have just stuffed cotton into your mouth.
"I miss you," Adam whispers into your ear, shrugging away from your touch. He weakly continues to smile as he turns away, walking out the door of the club. He looks back at you, and you want to follow him, see what he is thinking, but photographers never cooperate.
"Mr. Allen, what is up with Katy?"
"Hey, Kris, have you heard from Gokey lately?"
"I hear you're going to be on Saturday Night Live in the next month!"
The heat is rising in your brain. If it was possible, steam would be coming out of your ears right now. You can even feel your face flushing on fire as you start pushing photographers out of the way. Nobody can hear your stomping over the loud music in the background and you're kind of glad for that. You almost manage to make it out to the exit too where Adam just went through, but some poor soul decided to stand in your way again.
"Kris, how's the new album going?"
You stand there blankly, your brows knitting together as your voice rolls out of your throat in a tidal wave.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!"
You're going to regret this later, but you find yourself escaping the stares as you're tripping up the stairs. You're going to worry about the press coverage about your bratty exit later. Right now you just want to catch up with Adam. You think you' almost have too. You can see the dingy street light in your line of vision.
You cross the last stair in to the night and you slowly walk into the alleyway, looking around nervously. Your heart is beating so intensely that it is starting to hit your throat. Your breath is a rasp coming out of your chapped lips...Your heart begins to sink though.
The alleyway is empty.
There is no sign of Adam.
All you can see are footprints where he had stepped in a puddle on the way out.