Oneshot: Solstice

[andrew_in_drag]

Title: Solstice
Author: andrew_in_drag
Pairing: Kaoru/Toshiya
Rating: let's say 15
Warnings: slash
Note: After I updated House of Cards today, I couldn't stop thinking about how hot it was, and how I wanted to write a oneshot with some sticky summer glory. It turned into crap after two sentences, I realised that I hate summer (I live in England, stop it), and instead I entered a winter wonderland. Literal 0/10 for focus, but I still liked how this turned out.


Summary: You burned from the inside, my snow angel brought to life; kissed me until I shivered.

Solstice

It started in winter.

It started when the sky was white and the ground was white and the trees were white, and you were the only blot of colour on my landscape. We explored the mountains and got lost behind frozen waterfalls, we fell into snowdrifts and walked on water and later my fingers made new tracks, new maps, over your reddened cheeks and lips.

“You look cold.”

“I'm not that cold.”

We trekked through buried forests, jumping at every slumped snowfall from the trees. You held me still and made me listen to birdsong, and I searched for the pale winter sun.

Your parents slept upstairs and I undressed you in front of the fire. Your skin was burning cold and your hair was soaked damp. Snow stacked neatly against the window, shaped by the wind into spiralling dunes; we watched it gather like a new darkness against the panes. You only grew warm when I touched you, like I was thawing your core.

“What's your name?” you breathed, hands tugging my shirt over my head.

I told you that it was Kaoru, and you flattened your hands carefully against my chest.

“I'm Toshiya,” you said.

You burned from the inside, my snow angel brought to life; kissed me until I shivered.

December's footprints iced over and shattered under foot. We built a snowman and wrapped him with your scarf and my hat, and you played crystal songs on the icicles that hung from the eaves. The snowflakes on my eyelashes cracked my world into a kaleidoscope, delivered you on a rainbow path; you laughed into my face and slid your fingers below my belt.

“Chase!” you breathed, and I ran after you where you zigzagged, long-legged, twilight to twilight; stumbled where you pushed me and filled my mouth with snow; kissed you in a cold crush mouthful. We flew downhill, but the distant sun stayed level. My teeth chattered around the words that wished for you in the springtime, blown blossoms in your hair and your smooth skin opening up to me like a flower in the sunlight; I saw us ride bikes around the financial streets and lead each other beneath willow trees, fall into a heap under their branches, touch in our private green kingdom.

In January we chased deer tracks and gathered the steam of the hot springs between our lips. Already I could picture you on slick summer nights, stuck to the sheets with me; already I was walking with you through dark, thick heat and you were barefoot over the city streets – those warm concrete slabs that had been sucking up stale sunlight all day – and we danced to the songs from the cars as they passed; made love under cold showers; trailed ice water from our fingertips.

Meanwhile the snow crunched under your feet and you celebrated with your hot breath over my skin. You raised your arms to the solstice and closed them around my shoulders when I moved above you; pressed your warm lips to my collarbones, cried out when you came and talked about love.

Branches dripped in February and I slid my hands over your wet body; felt the hottest parts of you. You stroked my soul and pressed bold kisses to my throat, touched me until I was crying out your name. I let myself breathe autumn woodsmoke; dove into leaf piles and carved my love into pumpkins, listened to my heart beat just you, just you, just you.

It ended in winter.

The early sunshine was March fire over the snow. Your hands were cold and I slid them inside my coat; felt how you moulded them to my waist. Flurries blew in your hair, snow king, and the icy wind made our eyes water.

Magic winter turned our goodbyes to crystal and cold salt tracks.

That season, I took a mental picture of the life that I want. I dug a deep pit into the snow and tucked it away there; let it sleep within me.

It's June.

We go sledding on the hill, holding hands until we fall; and I watch your rainbow of colours fly against the snowdrifts. The snowmen never melt here; instead they only shine.

And our tears all freeze to diamonds – so we're smiling while we're crying.

Comments

[random-x13.livejournal.com]

Pure fucking poetry, this entire thing.

BEAUTIFUL!!!!

<//3

[andrew-in-drag.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much, dahling! :)

[setsugekkadear.livejournal.com]

Oh my gosh, this is wonderful. So utterly amazing. I love it! Call me stupid but it made me cry a bit...

[andrew-in-drag.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! :)

[velvet-liquor.livejournal.com]

You do have a way with words, girl. This was beautifully written, I really enjoyed it. I kind of missed Kaoru/Toshiya.. (though right now, I'm craving some Kyo/Toshiya, and that's entirely your fault).

[ankaraferus.livejournal.com]

wow. beautiful imagery. well done.

[andrew-in-drag.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much :)