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writetomyheart2013-05-03 02:57 am
arashijun.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2013-05-03 02:57 am
[Team 2] untitled
this was not what i originally had in mind, but it wasn't coming out sadly (;~;) so have some fluff instead :P all the tamasennnnn~ (also it's like 3 am an lj is not working right for me, sorry for any mistakes)
Dark shadows are cast over Tamamori's face as he lays on his side, sleeping away the hours of the early morning as if he doesn't have a care in the world. He back is to the window of Senga's room, thin streams of light come through the closed curtains and casting small slivers of light through his dark hair.
Senga, eyes barely open, watches the small movements of Tamamori's eyes under his eyelids as he dreams away. It must be something exciting, he thinks, for Tamamori's eyes seem to be moving quickly. In a fleeting moment, Senga wishes he could know what Tamamori dreams of.
He pushes Tamamori's bangs back, gently letting his fingers dance over his forehead for a few seconds.
Tamamori shift in his sleep, eyes stilling for a moment and it makes Senga freeze in his movements, watching Tamamori carefully to see if he'll wake. He doesn't and soon his eyes start to move again, much slower this time as he curls on his side more, bringing him closer to Senga.
For as tried as he is from the previous night's vigorous activities, Senga is content in his sleepy daze to watch Tamamori rest. He enjoys the smoothness of his skin and how all the lines smooth out, making him look still like that gangly high school kid who couldn't hold a note as well and had blond hair, and nothing like the Tamamori he knows now who is more confident in himself and what he can do. Senga likes these moments the best, not because he liked Tamamori back then (even though his did, and Nikaido has the embarrassing texts to prove it) but because this is a Tamamori with no walls around him or only showing part of himself for a camera. There's no bravado or anything like that, there's just Tamamori and his soft hair, cute nose, and long limbs that wrap theselves around Senga, holding him close until he's asleep once again, breath even and tickling Tamamori's shoulder.
next is ltgmars (lj is a jerk and i can't tag right atm)
Dark shadows are cast over Tamamori's face as he lays on his side, sleeping away the hours of the early morning as if he doesn't have a care in the world. He back is to the window of Senga's room, thin streams of light come through the closed curtains and casting small slivers of light through his dark hair.
Senga, eyes barely open, watches the small movements of Tamamori's eyes under his eyelids as he dreams away. It must be something exciting, he thinks, for Tamamori's eyes seem to be moving quickly. In a fleeting moment, Senga wishes he could know what Tamamori dreams of.
He pushes Tamamori's bangs back, gently letting his fingers dance over his forehead for a few seconds.
Tamamori shift in his sleep, eyes stilling for a moment and it makes Senga freeze in his movements, watching Tamamori carefully to see if he'll wake. He doesn't and soon his eyes start to move again, much slower this time as he curls on his side more, bringing him closer to Senga.
For as tried as he is from the previous night's vigorous activities, Senga is content in his sleepy daze to watch Tamamori rest. He enjoys the smoothness of his skin and how all the lines smooth out, making him look still like that gangly high school kid who couldn't hold a note as well and had blond hair, and nothing like the Tamamori he knows now who is more confident in himself and what he can do. Senga likes these moments the best, not because he liked Tamamori back then (even though his did, and Nikaido has the embarrassing texts to prove it) but because this is a Tamamori with no walls around him or only showing part of himself for a camera. There's no bravado or anything like that, there's just Tamamori and his soft hair, cute nose, and long limbs that wrap theselves around Senga, holding him close until he's asleep once again, breath even and tickling Tamamori's shoulder.
next is ltgmars (lj is a jerk and i can't tag right atm)
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...and that Tama is such a wonderful subject. :D
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