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Monday 3 March 2008
None- Velvetgunfire
Title: None
Author: Velvetgunfire
Rating: G
Summary: Nino watches as Ohno sleeps
This is why boy friends are nicer to have over than girl friends, Nino thinks -- they don't expect you to entertain them and they don't sit there watching you gaming -- the back of his neck itches when a gaze is trained on him, he can tell. It distracts from the proper concentration one should have when one is playing.
Ohno, however, is peculiarly quiet now, even for him -- Nino realizes with a start that the scratch of Ohno's pencil on his sketchpad has been gone for a rather long time now, the little noises of Ohno accidentally bumping the furniture with his elbow when he tries to erase too hard-- what Nino hears when he hits pause to take a drink from the glass by his side-- silence.
Hmm?
--pause
Ohno is fast asleep on the floor behind him, a smudge of soft graphite dusting one cheek, and Nino fights the urge to laugh.
Surely it is euphoria, this feeling -- bubbling up, like spring-water --
he reaches over, pries the sketchbook out of Ohno's grip, but Ohno doesn't stir.
The light flicker-jumps on Ohno's delicate features, the saturated colours of the game-world, the only source of light -- they are in the game : that is what sparks in Nino's thoughts, all a-sudden. Blues of a water-world, pine-frosted greens and golden coins of light, scattering as Nino leans in, his shadow staking his claim of Ohno over and above the light.
Ohno's fingers are slender and soft, not like Nino's whose are callused from the guitar. They leave a graphite smudge on Nino's hands; he trails his fingertips over the curve of Ohno's hand, from wrist to knuckle to fingertip.
Talented hands. He raises the sketchbook into what little light is available.
It's him, his profile picked out by the glow of the tv screen, a harsh clash of tones -- evident even in the semi-dark. It is not a tender drawing, but it is true. He has liked things that are raw even while being too weak to make a fuss.
Ohno's brows draw together in that look that makes him seem so lost while awake; he is dreaming. Nino lays his hand on Ohno's cheek. You see me.
Ohchan—
Author: Velvetgunfire
Rating: G
Summary: Nino watches as Ohno sleeps
This is why boy friends are nicer to have over than girl friends, Nino thinks -- they don't expect you to entertain them and they don't sit there watching you gaming -- the back of his neck itches when a gaze is trained on him, he can tell. It distracts from the proper concentration one should have when one is playing.
Ohno, however, is peculiarly quiet now, even for him -- Nino realizes with a start that the scratch of Ohno's pencil on his sketchpad has been gone for a rather long time now, the little noises of Ohno accidentally bumping the furniture with his elbow when he tries to erase too hard-- what Nino hears when he hits pause to take a drink from the glass by his side-- silence.
Hmm?
--pause
Ohno is fast asleep on the floor behind him, a smudge of soft graphite dusting one cheek, and Nino fights the urge to laugh.
Surely it is euphoria, this feeling -- bubbling up, like spring-water --
he reaches over, pries the sketchbook out of Ohno's grip, but Ohno doesn't stir.
The light flicker-jumps on Ohno's delicate features, the saturated colours of the game-world, the only source of light -- they are in the game : that is what sparks in Nino's thoughts, all a-sudden. Blues of a water-world, pine-frosted greens and golden coins of light, scattering as Nino leans in, his shadow staking his claim of Ohno over and above the light.
Ohno's fingers are slender and soft, not like Nino's whose are callused from the guitar. They leave a graphite smudge on Nino's hands; he trails his fingertips over the curve of Ohno's hand, from wrist to knuckle to fingertip.
Talented hands. He raises the sketchbook into what little light is available.
It's him, his profile picked out by the glow of the tv screen, a harsh clash of tones -- evident even in the semi-dark. It is not a tender drawing, but it is true. He has liked things that are raw even while being too weak to make a fuss.
Ohno's brows draw together in that look that makes him seem so lost while awake; he is dreaming. Nino lays his hand on Ohno's cheek. You see me.
Ohchan—
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