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writetomyheart2013-01-03 05:52 pm
dreamweavernyx) wrote in writetomyheart2013-01-03 05:52 pm
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[Team 2] Sugar Frosting
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prepare for fail D: cookies if you get where i got this idea from!
It was a dark and wintery night.
Or at least, Yuta likes to remember the night they met as dark and wintery, because he couldn't exactly remember the prevailing weather conditions anymore. It had been wintery because it was winter, and it had been dark because it was night, but he doesn't remember much else than that.
He does remember, however, wrapping himself in his thick comforter and staring blankly out the window, trying but failing to fall asleep. He knows he needs to, because he's left a fallen milk tooth under his pillow and his Mum said that the Tooth Fairy would only give him money for it after he fell asleep.
The wind picks up a little, and then, right before Yuta's very eyes, a flower blooms. On his windowpane. A flower etched in a thin layer of ice.
He remembers dragging his blanket with him, right off the bed to keep him warm, and staring through the window at the little flower, thin vines ever so steadily growing from it to form little spiky leaves.
Yuta presses his nose to the glass to watch the flower's growth, and then notices something strange.
There is the face of a boy staring right back at him, round nose flattened against the glass on the outside and brown eyes looking straight at him.
"Hello," Yuta whispers, and though he knows the strange boy (who is somehow translucent and floating can't hear him, the other boy smiles anyway, and Yuta supposes he can read lips.
"Who are you?" he asks again when the big brown eyes are turned back to him. Knowledge sparks in the other boy's eyes, and he breathes lightly upon the glass. Ice blossoms across the pane, and he carefully writes in backward writing (so Yuta can read it properly): Toshiya. People call me Jack though.
Following Toshiya's idea, Yuta breathes on his side of the glass, and writes his reply in the disappearing patch of condensation.
I'm Yuta. Why are you outside my window?
I'm making patterns.
Out of ice?!
Yes. It's fun!
Yuta does not remember how long they talk, but suddenly he blinks his eyes and the cool winter morning sun shines in his face, directly hitting his eyes because he's awkwardly perched on the windowsill. His blanket is still cocooned around him, warm and thick.
He sees no sign of the boy named Toshiya, until an hour later, when, as it slowly melts and fades away in the light of the sun, he sees a twirling vine etched in the frost on his window.
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prepare for fail D: cookies if you get where i got this idea from!
It was a dark and wintery night.
Or at least, Yuta likes to remember the night they met as dark and wintery, because he couldn't exactly remember the prevailing weather conditions anymore. It had been wintery because it was winter, and it had been dark because it was night, but he doesn't remember much else than that.
He does remember, however, wrapping himself in his thick comforter and staring blankly out the window, trying but failing to fall asleep. He knows he needs to, because he's left a fallen milk tooth under his pillow and his Mum said that the Tooth Fairy would only give him money for it after he fell asleep.
The wind picks up a little, and then, right before Yuta's very eyes, a flower blooms. On his windowpane. A flower etched in a thin layer of ice.
He remembers dragging his blanket with him, right off the bed to keep him warm, and staring through the window at the little flower, thin vines ever so steadily growing from it to form little spiky leaves.
Yuta presses his nose to the glass to watch the flower's growth, and then notices something strange.
There is the face of a boy staring right back at him, round nose flattened against the glass on the outside and brown eyes looking straight at him.
"Hello," Yuta whispers, and though he knows the strange boy (who is somehow translucent and floating can't hear him, the other boy smiles anyway, and Yuta supposes he can read lips.
"Who are you?" he asks again when the big brown eyes are turned back to him. Knowledge sparks in the other boy's eyes, and he breathes lightly upon the glass. Ice blossoms across the pane, and he carefully writes in backward writing (so Yuta can read it properly): Toshiya. People call me Jack though.
Following Toshiya's idea, Yuta breathes on his side of the glass, and writes his reply in the disappearing patch of condensation.
I'm Yuta. Why are you outside my window?
I'm making patterns.
Out of ice?!
Yes. It's fun!
Yuta does not remember how long they talk, but suddenly he blinks his eyes and the cool winter morning sun shines in his face, directly hitting his eyes because he's awkwardly perched on the windowsill. His blanket is still cocooned around him, warm and thick.
He sees no sign of the boy named Toshiya, until an hour later, when, as it slowly melts and fades away in the light of the sun, he sees a twirling vine etched in the frost on his window.
next up is
noella84!