09 January 2008 @ 10:24 am
Title: and in the crush of night (will you guide me home?)
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Prompt: January X, the simple and loving heart of childhood
Pairing: Tsuzuki and Hisoka.
Rating: PG-ish.
( The dry rush of reeds is a lullaby as he holds still and silent. )
vibe;: 
blank
05 January 2008 @ 12:25 am
vibe;: 
contemplative
30 December 2007 @ 11:54 pm
I decided, it might be better to keep posting. It would be a good place to talk, and distract myself. Things aren't necessarily fixed, but are getting a bit better.
That being said, this was by request of L. It feels good to write, right now.
title; what makes the coffee is not man, but rather the coffee that makes him (or sunlight is relative or please give me a moment to think or stages of caffeine addiction, by Hisoka Kurosaki or dear God, my headaches grow worse with each passing incident)
series; Yami no Matsuei.
rating; R, at least.
pairing; As usual.
word count; 3,108.
( And in the end, not even a warm mug of coffee in his hand is a solace, because he must curve his fingers around the handle. He must echo that same grip. )
vibe;: contemplative
21 December 2007 @ 12:40 pm
Breaking my rules. Shut the hell up.
title: in which personal space is divided and conquered (or how hisoka deals with the fact he's inevitably falling for someone or how tsuzuki breaks barriers with no particular coherency, but hisoka lets him because he's an idiot and he might secretly like him a little bit tolerate him more if he did or get out of my head, my dreams, and otherwise my system, please.)
series: Yami no Matsuei.
rating: PG-13 to R.
pairing: Tsuzuki and Hisoka. Roles switch, people.
word count: OBSCENELY LONG 3,224. (Fifteen parts.)
summary: Hisoka discovers that personal space is really very objective.
( ...And he can hear soft sentences. Too quiet and too afraid for Hisoka to decipher, but he can make out the sharp sound of pots and pans and the nervous laughter that escapes Tsuzuki when he later lifts his head. )