[Yami no Matsuei] Hisoka/Tsuzuki drabble for Nestra

[thuviaptarth]

and the rain    the rain quiet as a heartbeat    mist closes its hand on him    he curls up safe as a bird or a baby or a stone    safe as a worm in the heart of a white, white rose    petals shiver and shudder and crisp    blackening from invisible flame    he can hear the roses screaming    (they sound like children)    he could always hear them screaming    (I didn't I didn't I don't want to)    rain blurs the world clammy-cold

      the warmth is gone before he realizes someone is touching his face

the world clears

      idiot, hisoka says. i'm right here.

Comments

[yhlee.livejournal.com]

It's not poetry because I don't know how to write poetry.
You could have fooled me. :-)

Alas, I am indeed not Netflix-enabled. I hope to change that at some point in the future, but it may not be soon.

[untrue-accounts.livejournal.com]

I have a really hard time hearing poetic meter. Unsurprisingly, I suck at determining musical beats, too.

Unrelated to that, this Angelfic (http://melymbrosia.gatefiction.com/buffy/remembering-amnesia.html) should be spoiler-safe for you. A little self-indulgent, but I still like some of the imagery.

[yhlee.livejournal.com]

I don't care if it's self-indulgent. *adoration* *veneration* Oh my. *weeps for Wesley*