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bluedreaming) wrote in
theblueintheday2015-07-31 05:26 pm
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[team sonic] keeps circling
First word from here.
This is inspired by an edit I did a while ago, and is a conceptual preview for rue, written for the
ateliers project.
The title is from Candy Jelly Lovebecause I can.
"Castle," he says, and they both watch him move the ebony piece five spots over to be set down by long slender fingers, blinking at the sound the base makes when it lands on the marble chess board. "Checkmate."
Dane looks at Yixing over the carnage of the chessboard, and Yixing smiles back at him. There's a kind of childish delight tucked into the creases of his eyelids; it makes the sweeping blackness of his pupils more enticing.
"Let me in," they whisper, invisible currents through the air. "Sink into me." Dane thinks, sitting there in the dimmed lights of the room, that he's never met such a match.
Thanks Daniel, he thinks, before extending an arm to sweep the remaining pieces off the board, hearing the tiny clicks and clacks as they tumble into the mahogany tabletop. Yixing seems to be saying something as well, but when he listens, there's only the sound of expectation.
This is inspired by an edit I did a while ago, and is a conceptual preview for rue, written for the
The title is from Candy Jelly Love
"Castle," he says, and they both watch him move the ebony piece five spots over to be set down by long slender fingers, blinking at the sound the base makes when it lands on the marble chess board. "Checkmate."
Dane looks at Yixing over the carnage of the chessboard, and Yixing smiles back at him. There's a kind of childish delight tucked into the creases of his eyelids; it makes the sweeping blackness of his pupils more enticing.
"Let me in," they whisper, invisible currents through the air. "Sink into me." Dane thinks, sitting there in the dimmed lights of the room, that he's never met such a match.
Thanks Daniel, he thinks, before extending an arm to sweep the remaining pieces off the board, hearing the tiny clicks and clacks as they tumble into the mahogany tabletop. Yixing seems to be saying something as well, but when he listens, there's only the sound of expectation.
