Drabble and a quarter: Sigyn
I'm trying to get back to writing drabbles again. Unfortunately, I seem to have lost the ability to keep to a word count. I was able to maneuver this into 125 words. That's a start, right?
I think I need to expand on this universe, but I don't really know how.
Title: Sigyn
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Warnings: I am very rusty, so no promises to quality. Also, an obscure title that probably only makes sense to me.
Sometimes, Hisoka thinks about moving on. He's older now, maybe wiser, and the things that were vital to him at sixteen seem less important now.
Each day is more or less the same: balance the budget, attend meetings, keep order as best he can. The days slip into each other.
Today, he's reviewing Shimamura-san's ascension request. She's only been working in sector six for ten years, but she's had enough.
He knows where the paperwork is. He could fill one out himself.
His office door opens. "Hisoka? I brought bagels. Do you want any?" Tsuzuki stops when he sees the form in Hisoka's hand. Hisoka doesn't need empathy; he can read Tsuzuki's eyes.
Don't leave me.
Please stay.
Hisoka holds his hand out.
"Yes," is the only thing he can say.
I think I need to expand on this universe, but I don't really know how.
Title: Sigyn
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Warnings: I am very rusty, so no promises to quality. Also, an obscure title that probably only makes sense to me.
Sometimes, Hisoka thinks about moving on. He's older now, maybe wiser, and the things that were vital to him at sixteen seem less important now.
Each day is more or less the same: balance the budget, attend meetings, keep order as best he can. The days slip into each other.
Today, he's reviewing Shimamura-san's ascension request. She's only been working in sector six for ten years, but she's had enough.
He knows where the paperwork is. He could fill one out himself.
His office door opens. "Hisoka? I brought bagels. Do you want any?" Tsuzuki stops when he sees the form in Hisoka's hand. Hisoka doesn't need empathy; he can read Tsuzuki's eyes.
Don't leave me.
Please stay.
Hisoka holds his hand out.
"Yes," is the only thing he can say.