Kansaki Sou - Shooting Star [KenEd]
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scriveynerTitle: shooting star
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Musebox
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 644
Summary: “Close the window,” Edward’s voice was muffled by the thick comforter he had rolled himself into. “It’s fucking cold out there, do you want me to get frostbite?”
“Close the window,” Edward’s voice was muffled by the thick comforter he had rolled himself into. “It’s fucking cold out there, do you want me to get frostbite?”
Kenshin Himura released the slats of the blind, and they snapped back to their former position loudly. He contemplated arguing the point - it had not even been quite that cold today, there was almost a hint of early spring in the air; although Kenshin knew that truthfully this was just a small reprieve. Winter wasn’t quite through with them yet. He glanced back at the dark gray lump in the middle of the bed and decided it really was not worth the headache of arguing with Edward. He left the blinds open, though, just because.
Edward had been in one of his moods again. He was always far more short-tempered in the winter months; and the combination of being stuck inside and constantly cold in the big, drafty old house certainly did not help matters. It wasn’t unusual or a malady that was strictly Edward’s - just about everyone in the big old house had developed a case of cabin fever. Kenshin sat on the bed, the mattress giving as he leaned back. It was absolutely dark out, it felt like deep into the middle of the night, instead of only a few hours past sunset. Their room faced off of the front of the house, from here, even sitting, he could see the bright lights of the garage and its apartments cutting through the darkness like a cheery beacon.
“It’s cold,” Edward’s voice was clear, if only a little muffled by his refusal to let any part of himself be seen.
“Could be worse,” Kenshin said philosophically. “Could be snowing.”
There was a long groan from under the covers. “Snow.” Only Edward could make a single word sound like the most vulgar of epitaphs.
“I thought you liked snow.” Kenshin teased him gently, pulling his hair free from the low ponytail and running his fingers through it. “Or is it that you just like launching snowballs as big as your head at Roy?”
There was no response for a moment while Edward gave this careful consideration. “I like winning,” he said finally.
Kenshin laughed and leaned back, poking the blanket-covered lump with one finger. “No surprise there,” he said. “Scoot over, or are you going to be a caterpillar again tonight?”
Finally, for the first time all evening, Edward’s head emerged, his bangs ruffled and static-y from being wrapped under the comforter. He eyed Kenshin suspiciously, and Kenshin sighed deeply. “It’s not a trap, Ed - I would like to come to bed.”
Slowly Edward unwound, allowing Kenshin access to the blankets on the bed. He slithered in with Edward, the sheets already warm from his body heat. The entire cocoon smelled of Ed, and Edward yelped a bit in surprise when Kenshin wrapped his arms around Edward and nestled his face between Edward’s shoulder blades. “Warm,” Kenshin murmured, content.
“Stop it, you’re making me crush my book,” Edward squirmed in Kenshin’s grasp and Kenshin sighed, letting him go only a bit reluctantly Edward pushed a large book out from under the covers, along with a flashlight. “So THAT’S what you’ve been doing all day,” Kenshin said finally. “I didn’t think even you could possibly sleep that much.”
“Shut up,” Edward said, snuggling down against Kenshin, and Kenshin smiled, wrapping his arms around Edward again.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Musebox
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 644
Summary: “Close the window,” Edward’s voice was muffled by the thick comforter he had rolled himself into. “It’s fucking cold out there, do you want me to get frostbite?”
“Close the window,” Edward’s voice was muffled by the thick comforter he had rolled himself into. “It’s fucking cold out there, do you want me to get frostbite?”
Kenshin Himura released the slats of the blind, and they snapped back to their former position loudly. He contemplated arguing the point - it had not even been quite that cold today, there was almost a hint of early spring in the air; although Kenshin knew that truthfully this was just a small reprieve. Winter wasn’t quite through with them yet. He glanced back at the dark gray lump in the middle of the bed and decided it really was not worth the headache of arguing with Edward. He left the blinds open, though, just because.
Edward had been in one of his moods again. He was always far more short-tempered in the winter months; and the combination of being stuck inside and constantly cold in the big, drafty old house certainly did not help matters. It wasn’t unusual or a malady that was strictly Edward’s - just about everyone in the big old house had developed a case of cabin fever. Kenshin sat on the bed, the mattress giving as he leaned back. It was absolutely dark out, it felt like deep into the middle of the night, instead of only a few hours past sunset. Their room faced off of the front of the house, from here, even sitting, he could see the bright lights of the garage and its apartments cutting through the darkness like a cheery beacon.
“It’s cold,” Edward’s voice was clear, if only a little muffled by his refusal to let any part of himself be seen.
“Could be worse,” Kenshin said philosophically. “Could be snowing.”
There was a long groan from under the covers. “Snow.” Only Edward could make a single word sound like the most vulgar of epitaphs.
“I thought you liked snow.” Kenshin teased him gently, pulling his hair free from the low ponytail and running his fingers through it. “Or is it that you just like launching snowballs as big as your head at Roy?”
There was no response for a moment while Edward gave this careful consideration. “I like winning,” he said finally.
Kenshin laughed and leaned back, poking the blanket-covered lump with one finger. “No surprise there,” he said. “Scoot over, or are you going to be a caterpillar again tonight?”
Finally, for the first time all evening, Edward’s head emerged, his bangs ruffled and static-y from being wrapped under the comforter. He eyed Kenshin suspiciously, and Kenshin sighed deeply. “It’s not a trap, Ed - I would like to come to bed.”
Slowly Edward unwound, allowing Kenshin access to the blankets on the bed. He slithered in with Edward, the sheets already warm from his body heat. The entire cocoon smelled of Ed, and Edward yelped a bit in surprise when Kenshin wrapped his arms around Edward and nestled his face between Edward’s shoulder blades. “Warm,” Kenshin murmured, content.
“Stop it, you’re making me crush my book,” Edward squirmed in Kenshin’s grasp and Kenshin sighed, letting him go only a bit reluctantly Edward pushed a large book out from under the covers, along with a flashlight. “So THAT’S what you’ve been doing all day,” Kenshin said finally. “I didn’t think even you could possibly sleep that much.”
“Shut up,” Edward said, snuggling down against Kenshin, and Kenshin smiled, wrapping his arms around Edward again.
