100 situations
Theme #1: Finger
Series: Nabari no Ou
Pairing: Miharu/Yoite
Rating: PG
Miharu found that a glimpse look on Yoite's hands was one of the best treasures in this world. He could easily count with his fingers the times when Yoite put off his gloves voluntarily. Maybe Yoite did not want to be pitied, or maybe he did not want to make anyone uncomfortable, knowing that his life span is just nearly as short as butterflies.
Or maybe he hid it so not reminding himself of the ticking bomb inside his body.
In exchange of reaper's absolute ability, the life of Yoite's skin is drained with passing days like spoiling water from the broken cup. Despite of the horrible color of those fingers signing the limitation of taller boy's life, Miharu still loved the feeling of Yoite's cool fingers against his flushing cheeks.
When those fingers gently brush against Miharu's white skin with concerns, the Shiranbanshou's host knew that his indifference wall was crumbling. He knew, he heard and yet he let it happen, because it was simply Yoite, his other one. When that happened, Miharu would simply take those long, pale fingers against his small ones, wishing that the shared warmth would never end and hoping that the world would just stop spinning so Death would never take half of his soul away.
UGH, my hands are cold...TAT Why is it so cold already in Autumn?
Series: Nabari no Ou
Pairing: Miharu/Yoite
Rating: PG
Miharu found that a glimpse look on Yoite's hands was one of the best treasures in this world. He could easily count with his fingers the times when Yoite put off his gloves voluntarily. Maybe Yoite did not want to be pitied, or maybe he did not want to make anyone uncomfortable, knowing that his life span is just nearly as short as butterflies.
Or maybe he hid it so not reminding himself of the ticking bomb inside his body.
In exchange of reaper's absolute ability, the life of Yoite's skin is drained with passing days like spoiling water from the broken cup. Despite of the horrible color of those fingers signing the limitation of taller boy's life, Miharu still loved the feeling of Yoite's cool fingers against his flushing cheeks.
When those fingers gently brush against Miharu's white skin with concerns, the Shiranbanshou's host knew that his indifference wall was crumbling. He knew, he heard and yet he let it happen, because it was simply Yoite, his other one. When that happened, Miharu would simply take those long, pale fingers against his small ones, wishing that the shared warmth would never end and hoping that the world would just stop spinning so Death would never take half of his soul away.
UGH, my hands are cold...TAT Why is it so cold already in Autumn?