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thuviaptarth) wrote2004-10-08 05:10 pm
thuviaptarth) wrote2004-10-08 05:10 pm
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Yami no Matsuei: Leave a kiss but in the cup (double-drabble)
Title: Leave a kiss but in the cup
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Neither the control freak nor the walking catastrophe is mine. Pity.
Summary: ... And I'll not ask for wine. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fuda_100 challenge: Intoxication.)
On Tatsumi's fifteenth birthday, in the tradition of the time, his friends got him drunk for the first time and poolled their resources to buy him out of his virginity. He was relieved to discover that you did not, after all, lose all control when you got drunk: that you did not have to touch what you shouldn't touch, say what you wouldn't say, if you cared enough to keep the impulses trapped beneath your skin and the words locked behind your teeth. This was not the impression books and songs and older men's stories had given him.
The lesson comes in handy now, when his partner can drink him under the table, but seldom does. Tsuzuki-san just drinks enough to go past tears into desperation; Tsuzuki-san doesn't quite say what he shouldn't say, but certainly touches more than he should touch, hip brushing hip, hand lingering on hand; Tsuzuki-san leans on him and breathes on him and looks at him, that's the worst, looks at him like a drowning man hoping for rescue, like another damned soul longing for salvation. Tatsumi knows better. If he reaches out, they'll both drown.
Tatsumi holds on to himself, and never lets go.
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Neither the control freak nor the walking catastrophe is mine. Pity.
Summary: ... And I'll not ask for wine. (
fuda_100 challenge: Intoxication.)On Tatsumi's fifteenth birthday, in the tradition of the time, his friends got him drunk for the first time and poolled their resources to buy him out of his virginity. He was relieved to discover that you did not, after all, lose all control when you got drunk: that you did not have to touch what you shouldn't touch, say what you wouldn't say, if you cared enough to keep the impulses trapped beneath your skin and the words locked behind your teeth. This was not the impression books and songs and older men's stories had given him.
The lesson comes in handy now, when his partner can drink him under the table, but seldom does. Tsuzuki-san just drinks enough to go past tears into desperation; Tsuzuki-san doesn't quite say what he shouldn't say, but certainly touches more than he should touch, hip brushing hip, hand lingering on hand; Tsuzuki-san leans on him and breathes on him and looks at him, that's the worst, looks at him like a drowning man hoping for rescue, like another damned soul longing for salvation. Tatsumi knows better. If he reaches out, they'll both drown.
Tatsumi holds on to himself, and never lets go.
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if you cared enough to keep the impulses trapped beneath your skin -- my favorite line -- it captures Tatsumi so well.
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This is a very sad story but I think you did the characterisation really well
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