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When; Night.
Rating; PG-13To be safe!
Characters; Agatsuma Soubi [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lying_obedience], Hitachiin Kaoru [ourdenouement]
Summary;An innocent affair. Searching for one's brother =/= a date. Does it? ♥
Log;
Only perverts would call it stalking.
Soubi, on the other hand, much preferred the more simplistic version: observing. He was an artist, after all, and the use of such a tactic helped to guide his hands, the brush against canvas. And glancing around, it was rather soothing to dig through his pockets to find a cigarette and light it
The smoke seemed to drift lazily, wind making use of the color and swirling it through the air. Black and gray, lit beautifully by City.
He’d been here before – the carousel. For many different occasions, the reasons almost always the same. This was no different. Soubi hummed, sucking at nicotine in a rather careless fashion as he gazed for that face he had come to meet. Come to help.
A rather impulsive decision. Briefly, he wondered what Ritsuka would think: of his friend, of his careless whim to leave the apartment when he felt the need to breathe. To seek company other than his Sacrifice…
Those were secrets best left for another time.
Slender hand brushing at the length of blond tumbling over his shoulder, he grinned around the filter. Calling softly,
“Kaoru-chan…?”
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Agatsuma Soubi [
lying_obedience], Hitachiin Kaoru [ourdenouement]Summary;
Log;
Only perverts would call it stalking.
Soubi, on the other hand, much preferred the more simplistic version: observing. He was an artist, after all, and the use of such a tactic helped to guide his hands, the brush against canvas. And glancing around, it was rather soothing to dig through his pockets to find a cigarette and light it
The smoke seemed to drift lazily, wind making use of the color and swirling it through the air. Black and gray, lit beautifully by City.
He’d been here before – the carousel. For many different occasions, the reasons almost always the same. This was no different. Soubi hummed, sucking at nicotine in a rather careless fashion as he gazed for that face he had come to meet. Come to help.
A rather impulsive decision. Briefly, he wondered what Ritsuka would think: of his friend, of his careless whim to leave the apartment when he felt the need to breathe. To seek company other than his Sacrifice…
Those were secrets best left for another time.
Slender hand brushing at the length of blond tumbling over his shoulder, he grinned around the filter. Calling softly,
“Kaoru-chan…?”