[Colors and Promises
Written for yararanger last night because of this. Totally planned to write something else instead today, but writer's block came and bit me in the ass. :|
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His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the tree, one so familiar to him because of his past, but it was no different, changed. A thousand years had weathered it, making it seem older and wiser and smaller than when it had been in his younger, foolish years.
Swallowing, Ryouta did his best to calm himself as he stopped beneath the tree’s leafy bowers. He had arrived just as he should have and soon…
Soon.
His heart leaped at the realization, but he stifled the feeling just as quickly. He couldn’t hope, not yet. Not until…
Soon
He lay a hand against the wizened oak’s bark, letting the tension bleed from him into the tree, counting his breathes, doing everything he could to keep in his own skin, he was so tense, so nervous, so…
The sun was setting now, casting long shadows of inky blue and deepened purple across the land. Ryouta watched, anxious. Any moment now, he knew, or so he hoped and prayed and waited.
Just as the sun sank on the horizon, that moment of day and night dancing together, there was a ripple of pure energy. It was neither light nor dark, and Ryouta could feel more than see it wash over him, robbing him of his vision for a moment.
He blinked, his eyes slowly refocusing again. And then he stared, almost too afraid to believe, as Yara turned around, a hand leaning against the oak tree to steady himself. He looked just as he had all that time before, his laugh lines and sparkling eyes unchanged. “Ryouta?”
“Oh god,” Ryouta breathed, tears springing to his eyes, and then he was flinging himself at Yara. It didn’t matter that they fell to a heap on the ground, only that Yara was there, that he was finally there, and that Ryouta would no longer have to wait another day.
They rolled around on in the grass for a moment, elbows jabbing uncomfortably and knees in precarious positions before Ryouta could collapse against Yara, burying his face in the man’s shoulder, feeling Yara’s arms wrap around him and hold him tight.
“You waited for me,” Yara murmured, voice thick with emotion, with pride, but also with happiness that perfectly mirrored Ryouta’s heart.
“A thousand years,” Ryouta said, a tear trailing down his cheek even as he laughed, until Yara kissed it away.
“I knew you would,” Yara said, brushing hair away from Ryouta’s face, cupping his cheek, thumbing away tears. There was such surety in his eyes, in his expression, that Ryouta’s heart clenched. So much faith and Ryouta had wavered so often, afraid of waiting and yet unable to do anything else.
“I would have waited until the end of time,” Ryouta whispered, and it surprised him that he was so sure of that. He had wavered, he had come so close to giving up, to walking away, to wait no longer, and yet he would have waited another thousand years and more for Yara.
Yara guided him down to a kiss, full and sweet and filled with passion that Ryouta hadn’t felt since the day they had parted. His heart soared even as he clutched to Yara, kissing him deeply, demandingly, needing to keep him there, determined to never be parted from him again.
“I know you would have.”
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Next is mousapelli :D/