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scriveyner) wrote2014-12-13 06:18 pm
scriveyner) wrote2014-12-13 06:18 pm
Samurai Flamenco (Babyfic) - Decorations [Gotoyoshi]
Title: Decorations
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Masanori, Keiko
Rating: T
Length: 680
Summary: Christmas lights
Masanori sat on daddy’s shoulders, eyes wide and small hands curled tightly in his hair. He liked daddy’s shoulders best to ride on - daddy held his ankles and laughed and would twirl them around, spinning them so quickly that the world became a blur of color and light. His hair was the best for holding, longer than dada’s, tawny golden-brown like the mane of his stuffed lion. Daddy also didn’t seem to mind when he tugged on it to try to get his attention.
It was cold out, colder than he could ever remember being. Dada had wrapped him tight in heavy winter clothes, coat and scarf and hat, so thick he could barely toddle after Keiko. He held on to her trailing scarf tightly, terrified of losing contact with someone and being left alone, his mitten-covered hand stuffed into his mouth for comfort. He couldn’t even have his blankie to chew on, the coat he had been unceremoniously stuffed into was far too big for his blankie to tie around his shoulders like a cape. He was on the verge of tears without its presence.
Daddy had sensed his discomfort. He scooped Masanori up and swung him onto his shoulders; Masanori had been distracted by that, forgetting entirely about his blankie. He laughed and waved down at Keiko, who held Dada’s hand and looked appropriately jealous.
“Higher!” Masanori commanded, and daddy’s long fingers tickled at his leg.
“Can’t get taller, little bird,” daddy said. He tilted his head back and Masanori grabbed his hair to hold on, before he looked up and saw all the glittering lights strung across the road, high above them on the sidewalk.
They looked like icicles that decorated the railing of the apartment after a healthy snow; sparkling brightly as they flashed, dripping white light down like water. Masanori curled his hands tighter in daddy’s hair, mouth open in awe at all the lights.
“Fairy lights!” Keiko said delightedly, tugging on dada’s arm. Dada picked her up, and she tilted back in his arms, her head craned back. “Look at all the fairy lights, ‘nori!”
They stretched out as far as the eye could see, down the street above their heads, a carpet of glimmering lights that blocked out the night sky above. “Pretty,” Masanori said, amazed, his words puffed into steam in the air.
Daddy laughed. “We saw them last year, don’t you remember?”
He didn’t. He was certain that he would, the lights seemed to go on forever; and if he craned his neck and squinted there in the distance he could see more, lights in every color wrapped around trees and arching through the air, moving and dancing, reflecting off of buildings and the people below.
“He’s too you,” dada said, amusement in his voice. “And I think he slept most of the time, remember, we had a stroller for him.”
“I remember!” Keiko kicked her legs, seated comfortably still in dada’s arms. “I pushed ‘nori!”
“You were a big help,” dada said, and Keiko beamed.
“You’ll remember this one, though,” daddy said, and jogged Masanori on his shoulders. Masanori nodded his head stalwartly, and then realized after a moment that daddy could not see that, and tugged on his hair instead.
“I’ll ‘member,” he said, with all the conviction of an almost four-year-old, thank you very much. Daddy laughed again and Masanori tugged on his hair sullenly, thinking he was being laughed at - but he wouldn’t sulk for long, because the lights started flashing in unison, changing their rhythm as people walked by underneath. Masanori sat quietly on daddy’s shoulders and watched, enthralled by the changing lights above.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Masanori, Keiko
Rating: T
Length: 680
Summary: Christmas lights
Masanori sat on daddy’s shoulders, eyes wide and small hands curled tightly in his hair. He liked daddy’s shoulders best to ride on - daddy held his ankles and laughed and would twirl them around, spinning them so quickly that the world became a blur of color and light. His hair was the best for holding, longer than dada’s, tawny golden-brown like the mane of his stuffed lion. Daddy also didn’t seem to mind when he tugged on it to try to get his attention.
It was cold out, colder than he could ever remember being. Dada had wrapped him tight in heavy winter clothes, coat and scarf and hat, so thick he could barely toddle after Keiko. He held on to her trailing scarf tightly, terrified of losing contact with someone and being left alone, his mitten-covered hand stuffed into his mouth for comfort. He couldn’t even have his blankie to chew on, the coat he had been unceremoniously stuffed into was far too big for his blankie to tie around his shoulders like a cape. He was on the verge of tears without its presence.
Daddy had sensed his discomfort. He scooped Masanori up and swung him onto his shoulders; Masanori had been distracted by that, forgetting entirely about his blankie. He laughed and waved down at Keiko, who held Dada’s hand and looked appropriately jealous.
“Higher!” Masanori commanded, and daddy’s long fingers tickled at his leg.
“Can’t get taller, little bird,” daddy said. He tilted his head back and Masanori grabbed his hair to hold on, before he looked up and saw all the glittering lights strung across the road, high above them on the sidewalk.
They looked like icicles that decorated the railing of the apartment after a healthy snow; sparkling brightly as they flashed, dripping white light down like water. Masanori curled his hands tighter in daddy’s hair, mouth open in awe at all the lights.
“Fairy lights!” Keiko said delightedly, tugging on dada’s arm. Dada picked her up, and she tilted back in his arms, her head craned back. “Look at all the fairy lights, ‘nori!”
They stretched out as far as the eye could see, down the street above their heads, a carpet of glimmering lights that blocked out the night sky above. “Pretty,” Masanori said, amazed, his words puffed into steam in the air.
Daddy laughed. “We saw them last year, don’t you remember?”
He didn’t. He was certain that he would, the lights seemed to go on forever; and if he craned his neck and squinted there in the distance he could see more, lights in every color wrapped around trees and arching through the air, moving and dancing, reflecting off of buildings and the people below.
“He’s too you,” dada said, amusement in his voice. “And I think he slept most of the time, remember, we had a stroller for him.”
“I remember!” Keiko kicked her legs, seated comfortably still in dada’s arms. “I pushed ‘nori!”
“You were a big help,” dada said, and Keiko beamed.
“You’ll remember this one, though,” daddy said, and jogged Masanori on his shoulders. Masanori nodded his head stalwartly, and then realized after a moment that daddy could not see that, and tugged on his hair instead.
“I’ll ‘member,” he said, with all the conviction of an almost four-year-old, thank you very much. Daddy laughed again and Masanori tugged on his hair sullenly, thinking he was being laughed at - but he wouldn’t sulk for long, because the lights started flashing in unison, changing their rhythm as people walked by underneath. Masanori sat quietly on daddy’s shoulders and watched, enthralled by the changing lights above.