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writetomyheart2016-02-01 08:32 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2016-02-01 08:32 pm
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[team four] thorns prick
Title from WINNER'S 사랑가시
This is part of a vague idea I have for a prep school crossover au thing.
"I'd like to see you try," he says, in the quiet.
It's dark in the room, with the shutters closed, hiding the metal bars on the windows. There's only a flicker of blond, pale gold that barely resembles the sun, even further from Rumplestiltskin's gold-from-wheat, or was it flax? He's not sure.
It's hard to keep the fairy tales straight. Draco runs fingers through his hair, avoids thinking about the things he should be doing.
"If you want to see," the other voice says, "you have to look." There's a rustle of fabric, the flickers of shadow over shadow and the way the darkness moves. Draco remembers Luna, but this is a different place now, with different people. The boy getting to his feet doesn't drift like she would have, but rather sighs, and squeaks slightly when his elbow bumps into the wall.
"Someone will come eventually," Draco says, but Sehun isn't listening. He takes a deep breath, and throws himself at the storage room door; bounces back to lamp on the cement floor with a muffled groan.
Draco doesn't say I told you so, but it hangs in the air anyway.
"Shut up," Sehun says, but he sounds more amused than annoyed. Draco only sighs, and turns away, leaning against the lumpy pile of gym mats. His bare knees are cold; the uniform shorts were never designed for extended stays in poorly insulated storage rooms in February.
Sehun throws himself at the door again, bounces off.
There are only thirteen days until Valentine's Day, Draco thinks. He wonders how many bruises are dotting Sehun's skin.
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This is part of a vague idea I have for a prep school crossover au thing.
"I'd like to see you try," he says, in the quiet.
It's dark in the room, with the shutters closed, hiding the metal bars on the windows. There's only a flicker of blond, pale gold that barely resembles the sun, even further from Rumplestiltskin's gold-from-wheat, or was it flax? He's not sure.
It's hard to keep the fairy tales straight. Draco runs fingers through his hair, avoids thinking about the things he should be doing.
"If you want to see," the other voice says, "you have to look." There's a rustle of fabric, the flickers of shadow over shadow and the way the darkness moves. Draco remembers Luna, but this is a different place now, with different people. The boy getting to his feet doesn't drift like she would have, but rather sighs, and squeaks slightly when his elbow bumps into the wall.
"Someone will come eventually," Draco says, but Sehun isn't listening. He takes a deep breath, and throws himself at the storage room door; bounces back to lamp on the cement floor with a muffled groan.
Draco doesn't say I told you so, but it hangs in the air anyway.
"Shut up," Sehun says, but he sounds more amused than annoyed. Draco only sighs, and turns away, leaning against the lumpy pile of gym mats. His bare knees are cold; the uniform shorts were never designed for extended stays in poorly insulated storage rooms in February.
Sehun throws himself at the door again, bounces off.
There are only thirteen days until Valentine's Day, Draco thinks. He wonders how many bruises are dotting Sehun's skin.
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