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Drabbles
Two Unnamed Drabbles
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Summary: Nino is in Hollywood
Hollywood isn't quite what he thought it would be. When Nino is raising his arm for a taxi and they keep shooting heedlessly past, he can't help but remember: Ohno's knee pressed against his in the back seat, the driver aimlessly talking about the summer humidity, the flash of lights as they turned a corner and Nino leaned contently in to the comfort of his friend, linking their arms.
When a taxi finally stops (nearly clipping him--Nino has to take a quick step back) and Nino slides into the smoky seat, he's keenly aware of just how empty it is.
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Ohno's phone is disappointingly silent. He's checked it once an hour, when he remembers--painting has a tendency to make the minutes disappear more quickly than anything else--but Nino's ID hasn't shown up once since his flight.
I wonder if he's okay, Ohno thinks, almost mixing his blues into his greens by mistake. I wonder if he's having fun.
Certainly the days are longer than usual, but he finds himself smiling, the warmth under his ribs solid and satisfying; the pride he feels for Nino is overwhelming, sometimes, and swallows up the loneliness completely, leaving nothing but contentment in its place.
original commentary here
originally posted October 28 2006
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Summary: Nino is in Hollywood
Hollywood isn't quite what he thought it would be. When Nino is raising his arm for a taxi and they keep shooting heedlessly past, he can't help but remember: Ohno's knee pressed against his in the back seat, the driver aimlessly talking about the summer humidity, the flash of lights as they turned a corner and Nino leaned contently in to the comfort of his friend, linking their arms.
When a taxi finally stops (nearly clipping him--Nino has to take a quick step back) and Nino slides into the smoky seat, he's keenly aware of just how empty it is.
-
Ohno's phone is disappointingly silent. He's checked it once an hour, when he remembers--painting has a tendency to make the minutes disappear more quickly than anything else--but Nino's ID hasn't shown up once since his flight.
I wonder if he's okay, Ohno thinks, almost mixing his blues into his greens by mistake. I wonder if he's having fun.
Certainly the days are longer than usual, but he finds himself smiling, the warmth under his ribs solid and satisfying; the pride he feels for Nino is overwhelming, sometimes, and swallows up the loneliness completely, leaving nothing but contentment in its place.
original commentary here
originally posted October 28 2006