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31_days [November 28][Tenipuri] they say the sky...
Title: they say the sky...
Day/Theme: November 28 / Visions of Damascus
Series: Tenipuri
Character/Pairing: Sanada + Yukimura
Erge. Trying out a new pairing, characterization may be shaky. Wow, I’ve been trying out a lot of new pairings lately. Plus this rather came out at the last minute, totally not intended thus I didn’t have a lot of time to edit or even plan, so as for any errors, let me know, please?
damask >noun a rich heavy fabric with a pattern woven into it. >adjective literary pink or light red.
-ORIGIN from Damascus, where the fabric was first produced.
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“I want to watch the moon with you” Yukimura says, his face turned to the scenery outside his hospital window, not his fukubuchou. It seems they never look at each other, like their eyes are always averted, their hands never touch, it’s as if they’re always on other sides of a window, a wall of glass separating them.
And Sanada nods, acquiescing, already making plans to accommodate this new event into his ironclad schedule.
Yanagi always said that Yukimura was the only one who could change Sanada’s mind,
because it is Yangagi it is forgiven, when Niou repeats the same phrase, it is not and he receives the stern edge of punishment.
–
Sanada doesn’t offer to carry Yukimura because he knows that he will refuse and pull himself up, even if it takes an hour to climb stairs which could be ascended in minutes, but he stands a step behind and offers a hand lest Yukimura lose his balance.
Yukimura looks perhaps even more fragile when piled into yards of silk and cotton, colored a faint red which matches the color which once tinted their buchous’ cheeks yet now seems to have flown deep into the recesses of memory. Sanada isn’t sure how he got this in, to sneak out and manage to smuggle in this outfit, traditional and patterned with autumn leaves drifting into a wind of winding lines.
His skin is pale, almost unnaturally so, paler than the moonlight which drapes them in layers of light tinted silver, that reflects off of the surface tiling of the hospital garden.
Sanada fights the urge to stay close and gives some distance between them. Yukimura refuses to be coddled, but he always stays just close enough to catch Yukimura if he should fall.
“Starting a rose garden?” He asks, inspecting the flowerpot placed lovingly beside the bench they visit each day.
“Yes” Yukimura smiles. “There were so many flowers at home. I missed the smell”
The city lights continue on past the lines of metal weaving, the moon is still whole, but it seems dimmer by comparison, as if the fluorescence would steal the glory, the sky never seems to fully darken here, the people never seem to sleep.
“I’ve done this every year, I couldn’t spend it with my family, they were worried about my health, I couldn’t get proper leave..”
“Should I have gathered the team?” he asks, voice low as if Yukimura would shatter if he spoke louder.
“No, I wanted to spend it with you”
The silence lingers between them until the air seems cold, a heavy weight baring down upon them. Any longer and Yukimura’s disappearance would surely be noticed.
“Thank you for staying with me” Yukimura says, their eyes almost meet, but don’t. They’re a breath away from each other, Yukimura’s lips almost brush his, they almost touch, but after a moment, Yukimura whispers a farewell and moves to the stairwell back to his room and waiting for a chance to again leave the stern sterility of those four walls.
Sanada almost smiles.
–
Day/Theme: November 28 / Visions of Damascus
Series: Tenipuri
Character/Pairing: Sanada + Yukimura
Erge. Trying out a new pairing, characterization may be shaky. Wow, I’ve been trying out a lot of new pairings lately. Plus this rather came out at the last minute, totally not intended thus I didn’t have a lot of time to edit or even plan, so as for any errors, let me know, please?
damask >noun a rich heavy fabric with a pattern woven into it. >adjective literary pink or light red.
-ORIGIN from Damascus, where the fabric was first produced.
–
“I want to watch the moon with you” Yukimura says, his face turned to the scenery outside his hospital window, not his fukubuchou. It seems they never look at each other, like their eyes are always averted, their hands never touch, it’s as if they’re always on other sides of a window, a wall of glass separating them.
And Sanada nods, acquiescing, already making plans to accommodate this new event into his ironclad schedule.
Yanagi always said that Yukimura was the only one who could change Sanada’s mind,
because it is Yangagi it is forgiven, when Niou repeats the same phrase, it is not and he receives the stern edge of punishment.
–
Sanada doesn’t offer to carry Yukimura because he knows that he will refuse and pull himself up, even if it takes an hour to climb stairs which could be ascended in minutes, but he stands a step behind and offers a hand lest Yukimura lose his balance.
Yukimura looks perhaps even more fragile when piled into yards of silk and cotton, colored a faint red which matches the color which once tinted their buchous’ cheeks yet now seems to have flown deep into the recesses of memory. Sanada isn’t sure how he got this in, to sneak out and manage to smuggle in this outfit, traditional and patterned with autumn leaves drifting into a wind of winding lines.
His skin is pale, almost unnaturally so, paler than the moonlight which drapes them in layers of light tinted silver, that reflects off of the surface tiling of the hospital garden.
Sanada fights the urge to stay close and gives some distance between them. Yukimura refuses to be coddled, but he always stays just close enough to catch Yukimura if he should fall.
“Starting a rose garden?” He asks, inspecting the flowerpot placed lovingly beside the bench they visit each day.
“Yes” Yukimura smiles. “There were so many flowers at home. I missed the smell”
The city lights continue on past the lines of metal weaving, the moon is still whole, but it seems dimmer by comparison, as if the fluorescence would steal the glory, the sky never seems to fully darken here, the people never seem to sleep.
“I’ve done this every year, I couldn’t spend it with my family, they were worried about my health, I couldn’t get proper leave..”
“Should I have gathered the team?” he asks, voice low as if Yukimura would shatter if he spoke louder.
“No, I wanted to spend it with you”
The silence lingers between them until the air seems cold, a heavy weight baring down upon them. Any longer and Yukimura’s disappearance would surely be noticed.
“Thank you for staying with me” Yukimura says, their eyes almost meet, but don’t. They’re a breath away from each other, Yukimura’s lips almost brush his, they almost touch, but after a moment, Yukimura whispers a farewell and moves to the stairwell back to his room and waiting for a chance to again leave the stern sterility of those four walls.
Sanada almost smiles.
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I liked this very much. I have certain fondness for Yukimura+Sanada, but I haven't read them much. To me, the characterization seems good.
This
Yanagi always said that Yukimura was the only one who could change Sanada’s mind,
because it is Yangagi it is forgiven, when Niou repeats the same phrase, it is not and he receives the stern edge of punishment.
is so true. For Sanada there is always first Yukimura, then anything else. First I started to wonder, whether Yanagi would really survive that remark. The I realized, that if one is supposed to gather information, then one is supposed to gather information, which makes the survival quite obvious, since he's only been doing his job ^_~
Also, Sanada's “Should I have gathered the team?” is just like him. ^_^
♥♥
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Also, Yanagi has a softer tone, he does get away with calling most of the team by their first names, so that has to say something about his character.
Yes, he's such a dork 8D
Thank you for your review ~
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Anyway, *ish happy* write more! ~ Cause, you know, that thing about being bad is just an illusion.
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Perfectly dorky? XD
*laughs* I'm bound to write a few more of this pairing, at least ~ It's a favorite of mine and there's not nearly enough ~
x) Aww
Yanagi always said that Yukimura was the only one who could change Sanada’s mind,
because it is Yangagi it is forgiven, when Niou repeats the same phrase, it is not and he receives the stern edge of punishment.
I felt like there should have been a semicolon instead of the second comma, or a period altogether, though. I noticed a few other parts like that, but I wasn't sure if it was a style you were going for or just the fact that you didn't get much of a chance to edit it, so yeah...
But I really liked it. :D I've been getting more and more into Rikkai pairings as of late. <3
Re: x) Aww
Thaanks~ I had no idea so much of my FList liked SanaYuki 8D ~
Thanks for the review :D