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writetomyheart2013-05-24 08:47 pm
arashijun.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2013-05-24 08:47 pm
[Team 2] dark nights
i honestly had no idea other than porn for my word, but i have so many other things to write porn i decided to be a killjoy. joji helped me get this idea b/c i had a really strong urge to write ryoshige suddenly, but i have no plots and have other things to write. i imagine if this was to be more than a random drabble it would be some au where ryo gets into a lot of fights so it's not uncommon for shige to find him like this, but he still worries.
The lips were dry and broken, so much so that it looked as though it hurt to open them. Shige stared down at them, and the person they belonged to for a long moment, not believing the sight before his eyes. He sees the shaky breath that Ryo tries to pull in and it snaps him out of his thought, bringing him back to the present. He's on his knees in a second, kneeling next to Ryo's body and trying--gently--to shake him.
"What the hell Ryo?" He says, voice full of worry.
The man in question tries to open his eyes. They flutter slightly, lashes dark against his pale skin, eyes moving rapidly behind the lids. It appears, though, to be to much effort to open them. Shige turns his head to the side to get a better look, fingers brushing over Ryo's cool skin and the dark, purple bruise forming on his cheek. Ryo lets out a soft noise, something akin to a whimper, head jerking slightly at the touch of Shige's fingers.
Shige's brow knits together. "What were you doing this time?" he mutters. He looks around them for someone to help, which is stupid considering it's early morning and the streets are empty aside from the few tired people heading home after working all night.
After a bit of work, Shige manages to get Ryo up off the ground and situated onto his back. It's a lot of work to walk the way back to his apartment, an barely conscious Ryo adding nothing but dead weight. He can feel Ryo's dry lips press against the small space on his neck that's free from the collar of his shirt. They move slowly, possibly muttering something, but it's too soft for Shige to hear. There's a pang of guilt in Shige's stomach, he was supposed to be with Ryo last night but something came up and now--
"Idiot," he can hear Ryo says. His voice is hoarse, so weak and it makes Shige cringe at how much it must hurt to talk for Ryo.
Shige wants to say something in return, but Ryo has a habit of trying to get the last word so he keeps his mouth shut until they make it back to his apartment and he can clean Ryo up.
The lips were dry and broken, so much so that it looked as though it hurt to open them. Shige stared down at them, and the person they belonged to for a long moment, not believing the sight before his eyes. He sees the shaky breath that Ryo tries to pull in and it snaps him out of his thought, bringing him back to the present. He's on his knees in a second, kneeling next to Ryo's body and trying--gently--to shake him.
"What the hell Ryo?" He says, voice full of worry.
The man in question tries to open his eyes. They flutter slightly, lashes dark against his pale skin, eyes moving rapidly behind the lids. It appears, though, to be to much effort to open them. Shige turns his head to the side to get a better look, fingers brushing over Ryo's cool skin and the dark, purple bruise forming on his cheek. Ryo lets out a soft noise, something akin to a whimper, head jerking slightly at the touch of Shige's fingers.
Shige's brow knits together. "What were you doing this time?" he mutters. He looks around them for someone to help, which is stupid considering it's early morning and the streets are empty aside from the few tired people heading home after working all night.
After a bit of work, Shige manages to get Ryo up off the ground and situated onto his back. It's a lot of work to walk the way back to his apartment, an barely conscious Ryo adding nothing but dead weight. He can feel Ryo's dry lips press against the small space on his neck that's free from the collar of his shirt. They move slowly, possibly muttering something, but it's too soft for Shige to hear. There's a pang of guilt in Shige's stomach, he was supposed to be with Ryo last night but something came up and now--
"Idiot," he can hear Ryo says. His voice is hoarse, so weak and it makes Shige cringe at how much it must hurt to talk for Ryo.
Shige wants to say something in return, but Ryo has a habit of trying to get the last word so he keeps his mouth shut until they make it back to his apartment and he can clean Ryo up.
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... For some reason though, you've copied it in twice /xD\
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