Kansaki Sou - cheap whine [KenshinEd]
Oct. 15th, 2013 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scriveynerTitle: cheap wine
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 335
Summary: Edward could sleep through a tornado, and chances were good if Kenshin slipped out from his grasp he wouldn’t even stir.
Kenshin watched the light change, from inky black to a pale gray light, murky through the blinds. He hadn’t slept, not really, the haze of intoxication slowly lifting and leaving in its place a steady throb at his temples. Edward was snuggled secure under his arm, breath warm across his chest, solidly, deeply asleep. Edward could sleep through a tornado, and chances were good if Kenshin slipped out from his grasp he wouldn’t even stir.
The headache shifted to behind his eyes as the light slowly grew to fill the room. It illuminated unfamiliar furniture, Edward’s shirt thrown on the dresser and the doorway cracked slightly. He kept expecting the door to be pawed open, to hear the familiar stubby thud of an insistent, hungry canine but it never came - that portion of their life, like many others, had been left behind them forever.
Instead, he heard the floor creak as the others woke and moved downstairs, and Kenshin lifted his hand to rub his face. The odds were pretty good that he and Edward had drunken, noisy sex last night, and he didn’t want to have to face Edward’s brother and pretend like they probably didn’t hear them the next bedroom over. He should have known better, that he wasn’t accustomed to this world’s alcohol, but he hadn’t expected to get so wasted.
(Not that Edward hadn’t encouraged it, damn him.)
Kenshin sighed and closed his eyes, the offending light so bright he couldn’t ignore it any longer. He could hear the sound of glass clinking now, downstairs, dishes in the sink and the sound of breakfast starting. Despite his hangover Kenshin’s stomach gave an encouraging rumble and Edward sighed, a strangely contented noise against the gurgle.
“Mm,” Edward’s sleepy voice said, buried still against Kenshin. “’M hungry.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 335
Summary: Edward could sleep through a tornado, and chances were good if Kenshin slipped out from his grasp he wouldn’t even stir.
Kenshin watched the light change, from inky black to a pale gray light, murky through the blinds. He hadn’t slept, not really, the haze of intoxication slowly lifting and leaving in its place a steady throb at his temples. Edward was snuggled secure under his arm, breath warm across his chest, solidly, deeply asleep. Edward could sleep through a tornado, and chances were good if Kenshin slipped out from his grasp he wouldn’t even stir.
The headache shifted to behind his eyes as the light slowly grew to fill the room. It illuminated unfamiliar furniture, Edward’s shirt thrown on the dresser and the doorway cracked slightly. He kept expecting the door to be pawed open, to hear the familiar stubby thud of an insistent, hungry canine but it never came - that portion of their life, like many others, had been left behind them forever.
Instead, he heard the floor creak as the others woke and moved downstairs, and Kenshin lifted his hand to rub his face. The odds were pretty good that he and Edward had drunken, noisy sex last night, and he didn’t want to have to face Edward’s brother and pretend like they probably didn’t hear them the next bedroom over. He should have known better, that he wasn’t accustomed to this world’s alcohol, but he hadn’t expected to get so wasted.
(Not that Edward hadn’t encouraged it, damn him.)
Kenshin sighed and closed his eyes, the offending light so bright he couldn’t ignore it any longer. He could hear the sound of glass clinking now, downstairs, dishes in the sink and the sound of breakfast starting. Despite his hangover Kenshin’s stomach gave an encouraging rumble and Edward sighed, a strangely contented noise against the gurgle.
“Mm,” Edward’s sleepy voice said, buried still against Kenshin. “’M hungry.
