"Metamerism" 6/?, Naruto
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fireunTitle- Metamerism 6/?
Naruto
AU
as always, forsilverwyrm
A/N- it has been a year since I have touched this one. How odd, to get back to something, look it over and think 'where the hell was i going with this? odd, and oddly fun. where was I going? i haven't a clue. where do i want to go? that's where i have a few ideas...
The couch had a slant that suggested it had seen better days, but was covered with a blanket that was trying to be cheerful enough for the entire hemisphere. Colors clashed and tangled through its tight weave, and the result was as mesmerizing as it was painful. Sasuke stood in the center of the living room, leaning to the side to avoid a white shirt with what could have been a bloodstain across the left side that was slowly drying and developing colonies of tenacious mildew. There wasn’t near enough airflow for laundry, or to get rid of all the little smells a person created simply by living.
Oil pants would be appropriate. He could coax all the colors, the way they seemed to blend together at the edges, into a background suitable for highlighting Naruto’s smile and horrific posture. That smile was new, almost shy, the lips full and eyes bright. Sasuke tried to memorize every line, every shadow…
Naruto liked cheap beer, and placed two cans on a scratched coffee table, while smiling up at Sasuke. “The place is a wreck, I know. Hinata is always harassing me to clean but I just never get around to it…”
Sasuke blinked, trying to concentrate on Naruto’s voice rather than the images shifting and sliding through his head. A bit of red there, a warm brown…
It was a waking dream shifting and sliding through each heartbeat, trying to unmoor him from hard-won reality.
This was dangerous, the edge to Naruto’s smile that suggested he sensed something was not quite right, the way Sasuke was inclined to lean in close and inhale deeply of a musk he could not possibly remember. It was a bit too much, sensation slipping into sensory overload. So mundane a scene, two young men sitting down with beer, to elicit such panic.
It was the panic that decided it. Sasuke was nothing if not proud. He had to be. It was the rope holding him close, the pattern and expectation that kept him in the world around and from sliding within.
The beer can was slick, perspiring as much as Sasuke. Sasuke’s lip curled into a reflexive sneer as he settled back, the couch groaning in protest.
They regarded each other in a strange sort of silence, artist and muse, each trying to find that one piece that would make this social puzzle make sense.
Naruto, apparently, was not one for caution or any of the other niceties that kept society plodding politely forward. “So why the hell do you paint me? I mean, I know you said you saw me once, but honestly, I don’t buy that. I am damn generic. Seriously. So what gives?”
“I dreamed you.”
The words were out before Sasuke processed the inclination to speak. They cluttered the air, a miasma of honestly that was unfamiliar and awkward. Sasuke waited in terror for the laughter, for the startled fear that would shift to wary glances and a sense of being humored.
Instead Naruto’s face split into a toothy grin. “Cool.”
Naruto
AU
as always, for
silverwyrmA/N- it has been a year since I have touched this one. How odd, to get back to something, look it over and think 'where the hell was i going with this? odd, and oddly fun. where was I going? i haven't a clue. where do i want to go? that's where i have a few ideas...
The couch had a slant that suggested it had seen better days, but was covered with a blanket that was trying to be cheerful enough for the entire hemisphere. Colors clashed and tangled through its tight weave, and the result was as mesmerizing as it was painful. Sasuke stood in the center of the living room, leaning to the side to avoid a white shirt with what could have been a bloodstain across the left side that was slowly drying and developing colonies of tenacious mildew. There wasn’t near enough airflow for laundry, or to get rid of all the little smells a person created simply by living.
Oil pants would be appropriate. He could coax all the colors, the way they seemed to blend together at the edges, into a background suitable for highlighting Naruto’s smile and horrific posture. That smile was new, almost shy, the lips full and eyes bright. Sasuke tried to memorize every line, every shadow…
Naruto liked cheap beer, and placed two cans on a scratched coffee table, while smiling up at Sasuke. “The place is a wreck, I know. Hinata is always harassing me to clean but I just never get around to it…”
Sasuke blinked, trying to concentrate on Naruto’s voice rather than the images shifting and sliding through his head. A bit of red there, a warm brown…
It was a waking dream shifting and sliding through each heartbeat, trying to unmoor him from hard-won reality.
This was dangerous, the edge to Naruto’s smile that suggested he sensed something was not quite right, the way Sasuke was inclined to lean in close and inhale deeply of a musk he could not possibly remember. It was a bit too much, sensation slipping into sensory overload. So mundane a scene, two young men sitting down with beer, to elicit such panic.
It was the panic that decided it. Sasuke was nothing if not proud. He had to be. It was the rope holding him close, the pattern and expectation that kept him in the world around and from sliding within.
The beer can was slick, perspiring as much as Sasuke. Sasuke’s lip curled into a reflexive sneer as he settled back, the couch groaning in protest.
They regarded each other in a strange sort of silence, artist and muse, each trying to find that one piece that would make this social puzzle make sense.
Naruto, apparently, was not one for caution or any of the other niceties that kept society plodding politely forward. “So why the hell do you paint me? I mean, I know you said you saw me once, but honestly, I don’t buy that. I am damn generic. Seriously. So what gives?”
“I dreamed you.”
The words were out before Sasuke processed the inclination to speak. They cluttered the air, a miasma of honestly that was unfamiliar and awkward. Sasuke waited in terror for the laughter, for the startled fear that would shift to wary glances and a sense of being humored.
Instead Naruto’s face split into a toothy grin. “Cool.”
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Date: 2009-10-19 07:58 am (UTC)Thanks for updating and sending me the link, I really appreciate it. ^^
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Date: 2009-10-19 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 05:51 pm (UTC)AKLSDJASKLDA
ASDAKLSD FIREUN AHHHHHHHHHHHH THAT WAS SO GOOD
YOUR CHAPTERS ALWAYS LEAVE ME GASPING FOR MORE *MAKES GRABBY HANDS*
ASKDLAJSKLLAKSJDL "I dreamed you" asdklj *____________________*
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Date: 2009-10-21 03:36 pm (UTC)got me some meds that are actually working so I am interested in doing things again. it is fantastic. the writing should pick back up again *glee*
loves you!
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Date: 2009-11-02 11:56 pm (UTC)that's what this fic is to me
lots of ~tildes~