peaking through the black

Children of the Light

Sorrow weeps between flakes of freshly falling snow
the day surrenders then descends into the darkness
as a mercurial moment’s fleeting dreams have ended
neath a pale moon peaking through billowing clouds
death stalks within the blackness of a winter’s night
fearfully in hiding lie the children waiting for the light
lamenting long lost yesterdays ever wafting in the wind
while a wise few smile offering comfort to the masses
assuring them all they seek is but momentarily hidden
as darkness must soon of its own untruth be revealed   
the light shall return and tomorrow’s sun will rise again

Ink Exchange

Title: Ink Exchange

Rated: E

Pairing: Hidashi

Word Count: 2830

Summary: Tadashi didn’t remember getting a tattoo, or much of the previous night for that matter. So, it was quite a shock when the evidence if his newly acquired ink stared back at him through the bathroom mirror that morning.

Warning(s): Rough Sex

Preview:Tadashi didn’t remember getting a tattoo, or much of the previous night for that matter. So, it was quite a shock when the evidence if his newly acquired ink stared back at him through the bathroom mirror that morning. Despite the enormous hangover darkening the edges of his vision, he could clearly see a black line of an unknown pattern peaking shyly through a white, palm-sized gauze bandage on his right pectoral.

What had he done? He searched through his pounding brain, but could only recall small, broken pieces of what had transpired the night before. He remembered drinking with the gang. He had complained incessantly about Hiro finding him boring - (“Look, no offense big bro, but you’re kind of boring. It’s not a bad thing! You’re just kind of a nerd, is all.”) - and GoGo drunkenly suggesting that he get a tattoo to prove Hiro wrong. It must have seemed like a good idea at the time, because there it was, and by the size of the pained area, it was a fairly noticeable one.

Tadashi groaned. He used his fingers to massage his aching temples. He wasn’t a drinker by any stretch of the imagination, and he regretted allowing himself to indulge. He just wanted to “cut loose”, “have fun”, and for what? To prove Hiro wrong? Why did he even care so much to begin with?

His heart knocked against his ribcage as if to announce itself. Oh, yeah, that’s why.

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