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bonnefoisAugust 14: All night long I've held your hand - Sukisyo - Sora/Sunao - Precious
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[Upon learning that Sunao means “Unaffected” or that things don’t get under your skin, I felt the innate need to express it. Sunao! Must be a pun :D]
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At night, Sunao dreams of times before, of losing contact and an unending nightmare that slowly faded into reality.
It is the process of dealing, and he does this. He does not wish to dwell on what was, only to go further, but sometimes it feels as if for every one step he takes, he takes two backwards.
Sunao attempts to stifle his heavy breathing, to hide the fear these memories have unleashed deep within every cell and every memory which stays, just close enough to suffocate him.
Sunao feels Sora’s arm drape over him, his hand gently slip into the spaces of his own. It is a simple gesture, Sora’s eyes are still heavy with sleep, his hair mussed even more than usual, his shirt clinging with perspiration.
It is a simple gesture, but to Sunao, it is precious, so precious that he cannot even speak for feeling choked with emotion.
Sunao drifts off again, this time he does not dream, only feels the warmth of Sora beside him.
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[Upon learning that Sunao means “Unaffected” or that things don’t get under your skin, I felt the innate need to express it. Sunao! Must be a pun :D]
--
At night, Sunao dreams of times before, of losing contact and an unending nightmare that slowly faded into reality.
It is the process of dealing, and he does this. He does not wish to dwell on what was, only to go further, but sometimes it feels as if for every one step he takes, he takes two backwards.
Sunao attempts to stifle his heavy breathing, to hide the fear these memories have unleashed deep within every cell and every memory which stays, just close enough to suffocate him.
Sunao feels Sora’s arm drape over him, his hand gently slip into the spaces of his own. It is a simple gesture, Sora’s eyes are still heavy with sleep, his hair mussed even more than usual, his shirt clinging with perspiration.
It is a simple gesture, but to Sunao, it is precious, so precious that he cannot even speak for feeling choked with emotion.
Sunao drifts off again, this time he does not dream, only feels the warmth of Sora beside him.
