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kh_drabbleTitle: Nightly Visits
Challenge: [43] Infatuation
Word Count: 244
Notes: My first drabble in this community. Hinted shounen-ai, Cloud/Leon. Cloud comes to terms with hisslight infatuation with the Ice Prince.
He had always enjoyed watching Leon sleep.
Call it an infatuation, if you would, a fetish that he had picked up as a child but had never been able to shake off.
There was something about Leon’s slumbering form – the lack of that piercing, icy gray glare, the calm, warm interior that had melted away the Ice Prince’s frozen mask and left it shattered and forgotten to a peaceful façade – that drew him into his room on a nightly basis.
It hadn’t started out like this. No, a trip every other week, or once each week, perhaps, if he were lucky enough to be passing by the doorway on his way to his own room and notice that the man had already drifted off long beforehand.
But, somehow, time had morphed this, the night trips becoming more and more frequent, until it was something that he was sure he couldn’t live without.
A fetish.
An obsession.
An infatuation.
He didn’t really care. He even forgot to worry about the risk of Leon awakening, after a while.
It was worth it. Worth those few moments of happiness where he could just sit, eyes locked on Leon’s tranquil features, fingers curled through chestnut hair and golden claws wrapped around Leon’s hand, their grips laced together like pieces of a complex puzzle.
No one needed to know of these silent, nightly trips and this private infatuation. It was his secret.
Their secret.
Even if Leon didn’t know.
Challenge: [43] Infatuation
Word Count: 244
Notes: My first drabble in this community. Hinted shounen-ai, Cloud/Leon. Cloud comes to terms with his
He had always enjoyed watching Leon sleep.
Call it an infatuation, if you would, a fetish that he had picked up as a child but had never been able to shake off.
There was something about Leon’s slumbering form – the lack of that piercing, icy gray glare, the calm, warm interior that had melted away the Ice Prince’s frozen mask and left it shattered and forgotten to a peaceful façade – that drew him into his room on a nightly basis.
It hadn’t started out like this. No, a trip every other week, or once each week, perhaps, if he were lucky enough to be passing by the doorway on his way to his own room and notice that the man had already drifted off long beforehand.
But, somehow, time had morphed this, the night trips becoming more and more frequent, until it was something that he was sure he couldn’t live without.
A fetish.
An obsession.
An infatuation.
He didn’t really care. He even forgot to worry about the risk of Leon awakening, after a while.
It was worth it. Worth those few moments of happiness where he could just sit, eyes locked on Leon’s tranquil features, fingers curled through chestnut hair and golden claws wrapped around Leon’s hand, their grips laced together like pieces of a complex puzzle.
No one needed to know of these silent, nightly trips and this private infatuation. It was his secret.
Their secret.
Even if Leon didn’t know.
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Date: 2005-11-20 07:17 pm (UTC)*looks up* I don't make sense . . .
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Date: 2005-11-21 03:59 am (UTC)Aw, you make perfect sense. *pat pat* At keast, I think you do.
But that shouldn't be comforting, trust me. xDno subject
Date: 2005-11-22 09:08 pm (UTC)I didn't mean to sound as though it was a bad thing either. That's just how I thought of it, and I thought it was cute.