drabble - PoT: Liquidity
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flamesword
Title: Liquidity
Rating: totally G
Pairing: TachIbu
Notes: I don't know what this is, or even if I like it, but anyway, there it is. ^^; (x-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pyro_prank)
Sometimes, Kippei thought, Shinji was like ice. Slippery, cold... unyielding. Melting under your fingers and slipping out of your hand, and you just watched him slide away, apparently unmoved. Expressionless, unmarkable, unreadable. Ice.
So cold it burned when you touched him...burned your fingers, burned your soul. Freezing hot.
"You're watching him again." An's voice, quiet, with a faint note of amusement.
He looked sideways at her, briefly. "So?"
"So, you're not being very subtle."
Sometimes Shinji was like mist--or no, steam. Giving the illusion of heat, though when touched it was merely infinitesimal droplets of water again, with no warmth in themselves, and dissipating almost instantly into the air. Surrounding, but barely there; deceptively simple, yet cloudy and vanishing with a breath.
Kippei snorted. "Subtle. Shinji is subtle. So subtle that most of the time I have no idea what he's thinking, why he does the things he does. He talks all the time, but he never says anything."
"Sometimes, talking is overrated," she suggested. "Maybe you don't need to say anything. Maybe you need to just...be there."
He looked at her again, thoughtfully. "Maybe."
Sometimes, Shinji was like water. Like rain, even. Falling on and around everything, just there, a cool liquid presence somehow surrouding without embracing. Impossible to hold or to grasp, still. Impossible to understand. Elusive, like something you could touch but never hold.
But neither something one could resist, or ignore. Just there, always... drawing with the mystery of cool inscrutability as he glided away again, just out of reach.
Perhaps An was right. Perhaps it was enough to simply be. To enjoy without understanding. To accept the depths you would never see. To revel in the cool, clear touch of that presence that seemed to wash the world away, even as it defined it.
And that same liquid coolness soothed the sense of burning, the ache of having come too near a frozen heat. A frozen heart.
The peaceful sensation sank in, the longer he watched, and Kippei thought, absently, that falling into deep, quiet water was rather like being embraced after all.
flameswordTitle: Liquidity
Rating: totally G
Pairing: TachIbu
Notes: I don't know what this is, or even if I like it, but anyway, there it is. ^^; (x-posted to
pyro_prank)Sometimes, Kippei thought, Shinji was like ice. Slippery, cold... unyielding. Melting under your fingers and slipping out of your hand, and you just watched him slide away, apparently unmoved. Expressionless, unmarkable, unreadable. Ice.
So cold it burned when you touched him...burned your fingers, burned your soul. Freezing hot.
"You're watching him again." An's voice, quiet, with a faint note of amusement.
He looked sideways at her, briefly. "So?"
"So, you're not being very subtle."
Sometimes Shinji was like mist--or no, steam. Giving the illusion of heat, though when touched it was merely infinitesimal droplets of water again, with no warmth in themselves, and dissipating almost instantly into the air. Surrounding, but barely there; deceptively simple, yet cloudy and vanishing with a breath.
Kippei snorted. "Subtle. Shinji is subtle. So subtle that most of the time I have no idea what he's thinking, why he does the things he does. He talks all the time, but he never says anything."
"Sometimes, talking is overrated," she suggested. "Maybe you don't need to say anything. Maybe you need to just...be there."
He looked at her again, thoughtfully. "Maybe."
Sometimes, Shinji was like water. Like rain, even. Falling on and around everything, just there, a cool liquid presence somehow surrouding without embracing. Impossible to hold or to grasp, still. Impossible to understand. Elusive, like something you could touch but never hold.
But neither something one could resist, or ignore. Just there, always... drawing with the mystery of cool inscrutability as he glided away again, just out of reach.
Perhaps An was right. Perhaps it was enough to simply be. To enjoy without understanding. To accept the depths you would never see. To revel in the cool, clear touch of that presence that seemed to wash the world away, even as it defined it.
And that same liquid coolness soothed the sense of burning, the ache of having come too near a frozen heat. A frozen heart.
The peaceful sensation sank in, the longer he watched, and Kippei thought, absently, that falling into deep, quiet water was rather like being embraced after all.
