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tampered2007-12-26 08:28 pm
reasonstohope.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-12-26 08:28 pm
[LOG]//[Set Your Hope on Fire]
When; Today, evening
Rating; PG (Soubi is a serial kisser, so...)
Characters; Soubi (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lying_obedience) and Yuki (reasonstohope)
Summary; Soubi wanted to see Yuki again, even though the younger doesn't remember him.
Log;
He was perched on the couch, legs stretched out across it, a book hanging limply in his hand. In truth, he was exhausted, although he tried hard not to show it. The festivities last night had gone on until the small hours of the morning, meaning that the noises ineveitably wafted up to his apartment.
The book in his hands was Robinson Crusoe. He didn't think much of it, but it had come with the tiny apartment, and there was nothing better to read, anyways. Until he figured out where the library was in this City, it would do.
His tiny apartment was brought to life by the dozens on flowerpots he had around the rooms. He hadn't found a place to plant them outside, yet, and at least this way they'd be warm. A small crop of cucumbers, pointsettia plants given to him by Machi, various herbs and small vegetables. This place could never replace his 'Secret Base', but he was starting to grow fond of the plants nonetheless.
Yuki reached for the blanket across from him, wrapping it around thin shoulders and curling deeper into the corner of the couch. Setsuna had given him this blanket, and he was undoubtedly grateful. Speaking of people he'd met in this city...
Soubi was coming. Yuki wasn't sure how to react to that. Apparently they'd met before, but he couldn't remember a thing. And yet, the first time he'd heard his name, he could have sworn he'd heard it somewhere before. There were half-memories. Foggy, fragile things that he could barely decipher, but they were there.
So then, what he had said was true. And as much trouble as Yuki had trusting people, with Soubi, he couldn't help it. Something inherently said, 'you can trust him'. The same feeling that told him that this man seemed famiiar. It was strange, like an overwhelming feeling of deja vu.
Shaking these thoughts off, he picked up the book again, only to feel sleepy once more after a few chapters. He'd left the door unlocked, but he could always go back and lock it later...
Yuki felt his eyes flutter shut and heard, distantly, the book falling to the ground with a thump.
Rating; PG (Soubi is a serial kisser, so...)
Characters; Soubi (
lying_obedience) and Yuki (reasonstohope)Summary; Soubi wanted to see Yuki again, even though the younger doesn't remember him.
Log;
He was perched on the couch, legs stretched out across it, a book hanging limply in his hand. In truth, he was exhausted, although he tried hard not to show it. The festivities last night had gone on until the small hours of the morning, meaning that the noises ineveitably wafted up to his apartment.
The book in his hands was Robinson Crusoe. He didn't think much of it, but it had come with the tiny apartment, and there was nothing better to read, anyways. Until he figured out where the library was in this City, it would do.
His tiny apartment was brought to life by the dozens on flowerpots he had around the rooms. He hadn't found a place to plant them outside, yet, and at least this way they'd be warm. A small crop of cucumbers, pointsettia plants given to him by Machi, various herbs and small vegetables. This place could never replace his 'Secret Base', but he was starting to grow fond of the plants nonetheless.
Yuki reached for the blanket across from him, wrapping it around thin shoulders and curling deeper into the corner of the couch. Setsuna had given him this blanket, and he was undoubtedly grateful. Speaking of people he'd met in this city...
Soubi was coming. Yuki wasn't sure how to react to that. Apparently they'd met before, but he couldn't remember a thing. And yet, the first time he'd heard his name, he could have sworn he'd heard it somewhere before. There were half-memories. Foggy, fragile things that he could barely decipher, but they were there.
So then, what he had said was true. And as much trouble as Yuki had trusting people, with Soubi, he couldn't help it. Something inherently said, 'you can trust him'. The same feeling that told him that this man seemed famiiar. It was strange, like an overwhelming feeling of deja vu.
Shaking these thoughts off, he picked up the book again, only to feel sleepy once more after a few chapters. He'd left the door unlocked, but he could always go back and lock it later...
Yuki felt his eyes flutter shut and heard, distantly, the book falling to the ground with a thump.