Summer fic challenge 2016, part 4.
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volieredeatoriOddly poetic. I blame antihistamines.
Rain's hair, bright gold in the sunlight, reminds Lasswell of unity.
They've been together as long as he can remember, rarely out of each other's sight for even an instant, and so it is something blessedly familiar. He supposes he's come to think of it as something he can rely on, maybe even take for granted - though of course he'd never take Rain for granted, he knows all too well what happens when you fall into the trap of wholeheartedly believing someone will always be there, and he also knows Rain would be telling him off quite soundly if he ever did fall into that trap - and so it's become a comfort, a sight he can always relax to, knowing everything is fine because Rain is there.
Yes, the bright shimmershine has become an unspoken signal for togetherness, and that's how he knows they will prevail. No matter the situation facing them, they're together.
He draws closer to Rain, reaches out before he even knows what he's doing. Bright gold sifts through his fingers, nearly gleaming, sun-warmed and irresistibly soft.
"Lasswell?" Rain doesn't quite startle, nor does he turn his head and dislodge the searching hand. It feels too pleasant to stop. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know..." At least it's an honest answer as Lasswell keeps carding his fingers gently through Rain's hair. "Do you want me to stop?"
Rain does turn then, faces Lasswell with indignance writ large on his face, snatches both hands and plonks them unceremoniously atop his head. "No."
"Good. Because I'm not going to--" working his fingers deeply into silky strands, letting them caress his skin, Lasswell sighs softly in contentment. "You think I'm crazy, don't you."
Murmuring a negative sound, Rain leans against him, wraps an arm round his waist. "Why would I think that...if it helps you relax, I'm not going to stop you." And there he is, once more being shockingly on point without even realising it. "...'sides. It feels good to me too."
The only response Lasswell can think of is to ghost a small, hesitant kiss to Rain's temple, to continue running his hands through soft bright hair. Perhaps, he thinks, it's his way of expressing how thankful he is to have Rain, and how much he loves him--
Rain snorts suddenly, as if hearing that, and wraps his other arm round Lasswell as well. "...Love you too, you overprotective oaf."
"What - I didn't..." Lasswell's hands still from shock; he cranes his neck enough to look at Rain's face. "...I am not an oaf."
"Still love you anyway. And it's your body language. You're so obvious." Rain grins, raises his head for a proper, full-on kiss, silencing any further response.
Lasswell sighs through his nose, leans into it and closes his eyes. Maybe obvious isn't so bad if it gets him things like this...
Rain's hair, bright gold in the sunlight, reminds Lasswell of unity.
They've been together as long as he can remember, rarely out of each other's sight for even an instant, and so it is something blessedly familiar. He supposes he's come to think of it as something he can rely on, maybe even take for granted - though of course he'd never take Rain for granted, he knows all too well what happens when you fall into the trap of wholeheartedly believing someone will always be there, and he also knows Rain would be telling him off quite soundly if he ever did fall into that trap - and so it's become a comfort, a sight he can always relax to, knowing everything is fine because Rain is there.
Yes, the bright shimmershine has become an unspoken signal for togetherness, and that's how he knows they will prevail. No matter the situation facing them, they're together.
He draws closer to Rain, reaches out before he even knows what he's doing. Bright gold sifts through his fingers, nearly gleaming, sun-warmed and irresistibly soft.
"Lasswell?" Rain doesn't quite startle, nor does he turn his head and dislodge the searching hand. It feels too pleasant to stop. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know..." At least it's an honest answer as Lasswell keeps carding his fingers gently through Rain's hair. "Do you want me to stop?"
Rain does turn then, faces Lasswell with indignance writ large on his face, snatches both hands and plonks them unceremoniously atop his head. "No."
"Good. Because I'm not going to--" working his fingers deeply into silky strands, letting them caress his skin, Lasswell sighs softly in contentment. "You think I'm crazy, don't you."
Murmuring a negative sound, Rain leans against him, wraps an arm round his waist. "Why would I think that...if it helps you relax, I'm not going to stop you." And there he is, once more being shockingly on point without even realising it. "...'sides. It feels good to me too."
The only response Lasswell can think of is to ghost a small, hesitant kiss to Rain's temple, to continue running his hands through soft bright hair. Perhaps, he thinks, it's his way of expressing how thankful he is to have Rain, and how much he loves him--
Rain snorts suddenly, as if hearing that, and wraps his other arm round Lasswell as well. "...Love you too, you overprotective oaf."
"What - I didn't..." Lasswell's hands still from shock; he cranes his neck enough to look at Rain's face. "...I am not an oaf."
"Still love you anyway. And it's your body language. You're so obvious." Rain grins, raises his head for a proper, full-on kiss, silencing any further response.
Lasswell sighs through his nose, leans into it and closes his eyes. Maybe obvious isn't so bad if it gets him things like this...
