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writetomyheart2019-11-16 10:27 pm
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[Team One] Eternal Flame
More Snow Man Promare AU and a king of troll-y fic. XD guess why. (it's in the title)
“Tired already?” Sakuma effortlessly slides down the wall of the massive volcano, carried by the flames dancing around him. He sits down next to Iwamoto on the ledge and then follows Iwamoto’s eyes across the sea of magma that is not too far below them.
“Not tired. Just calm.” Iwamoto replies simply and wraps an arm around Sakuma. Their flames mix, Sakuma’s predominantly pink ones bleeding into Iwamoto’s more yellowish-green ones. It makes Sakuma shiver pleasantly. He has always been more sensitive to the flames. To him, they were well and truly a part of his body, no his very being.
The thought gives him an idea.
“Close your eyes. And then give me your hand,” he tells Sakuma, who obliges immediately, trusting Iwamoto (literally) blindly.
Lacing their fingers together, Iwamoto closes his eyes as well and then concentrates. He can feel his heartbeat first. But then there is something else. The thing he was looking for. A different kind of ‘beat’, a pulse? No. A flame.
The tightening of Sakuma’s fingers tells him that Sakuma understands. Understands what he is trying to do and then does the same. Feels the same.
They have done this before. Have gone to a world beyond the one they ‘exist’ in. A world where they can see their ‘true selves’. And they know they’re not only dreaming it. This burning sensation was real. This flame. It is them. Maybe it’s the essence of their very beings.
“What do you think, Hikaru? Is this burning an eternal flame?”
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“Tired already?” Sakuma effortlessly slides down the wall of the massive volcano, carried by the flames dancing around him. He sits down next to Iwamoto on the ledge and then follows Iwamoto’s eyes across the sea of magma that is not too far below them.
“Not tired. Just calm.” Iwamoto replies simply and wraps an arm around Sakuma. Their flames mix, Sakuma’s predominantly pink ones bleeding into Iwamoto’s more yellowish-green ones. It makes Sakuma shiver pleasantly. He has always been more sensitive to the flames. To him, they were well and truly a part of his body, no his very being.
The thought gives him an idea.
“Close your eyes. And then give me your hand,” he tells Sakuma, who obliges immediately, trusting Iwamoto (literally) blindly.
Lacing their fingers together, Iwamoto closes his eyes as well and then concentrates. He can feel his heartbeat first. But then there is something else. The thing he was looking for. A different kind of ‘beat’, a pulse? No. A flame.
The tightening of Sakuma’s fingers tells him that Sakuma understands. Understands what he is trying to do and then does the same. Feels the same.
They have done this before. Have gone to a world beyond the one they ‘exist’ in. A world where they can see their ‘true selves’. And they know they’re not only dreaming it. This burning sensation was real. This flame. It is them. Maybe it’s the essence of their very beings.
“What do you think, Hikaru? Is this burning an eternal flame?”
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