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purplekitte) wrote2007-11-13 08:29 am
purplekitte) wrote2007-11-13 08:29 am
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D.Gray-man: Tyki Mikk, theme set #2 [05/10]
Title: Sweet Dreams
Character: Tyki Mikk (D.Gray-man)
Pairing: Tyki Mikk/Komui Lee
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplekitte
Rating: PG
Prompt: 02 - house at night
Warnings: none
Summary: “It must be lonely here, all alone in the dark, everyone else long since gone to their beds.”
“It must be lonely here, all alone in the dark, everyone else long since gone to their beds.”
“Why are you here then?”
“To keep the poor, hardworking supervisor company in these long hours of the night.”
Komui didn’t bother protesting how much he didn’t want to Noah’s presence. He had said it too many times to the maybe-probably-hopefully hallucination to think it would have effect now.
“Aw, the scientist isn’t going to deny he loves me.”
“I hate you, Tyki Mikk.”
“And I find your hatred amusing, Komui Lee.”
Tyki produced a bottle of wine, but didn’t try to pour any into his bunny mug. Komui was glad he had his nightmare so well trained. He had brought his own wineglasses, because Tyki Mikk would never be so crass as to drink out of the bottle.
Papers rustled, making Komui’s spine straighten, but it was only a sudden draft. Someday someone would walk in here to him talking to himself. Would Captain Reever lock him up in the crazy house? Well, better than the alternative of anyone walking in and being brutally murdered by the Noah.
Tyki put one glass in his limp hand and clinked them together. Komui drank it down in a gulp. He relaxed in his chair, knowing no one ever walked in or called while he was imagining this.
“You should sleep.”
He laughed bitterly. “My hallucination of my enemy is telling me this.”
The Noah tipped him from the chair into his arms, setting the glasses down on the desk. It felt like floating, except on the exact places their bodies touched, which felt like spiders creeping on his skin. He squirmed to avoid the sensation, which only led to the Noah pulling him against his chest to avoid dropping him. It was too much; he did his best to curl up into a fetal position, which was how he looked when he was dumped on the couch.
“I’m inventing fantasies to explain how I got to the couch I so want to be on.”
Not seeming to mind being called an illusion, Tyki smiled without teeth. “Shall I call Queen Mab?”
“Just the Sandman.”
Tyki leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. The scientist tasted bile rising in his throat.
“Any dream without you in it would be sweet.”
“Then sweet dreams, Komui Lee.”
Character: Tyki Mikk (D.Gray-man)
Pairing: Tyki Mikk/Komui Lee
Author:
purplekitteRating: PG
Prompt: 02 - house at night
Warnings: none
Summary: “It must be lonely here, all alone in the dark, everyone else long since gone to their beds.”
“It must be lonely here, all alone in the dark, everyone else long since gone to their beds.”
“Why are you here then?”
“To keep the poor, hardworking supervisor company in these long hours of the night.”
Komui didn’t bother protesting how much he didn’t want to Noah’s presence. He had said it too many times to the maybe-probably-hopefully hallucination to think it would have effect now.
“Aw, the scientist isn’t going to deny he loves me.”
“I hate you, Tyki Mikk.”
“And I find your hatred amusing, Komui Lee.”
Tyki produced a bottle of wine, but didn’t try to pour any into his bunny mug. Komui was glad he had his nightmare so well trained. He had brought his own wineglasses, because Tyki Mikk would never be so crass as to drink out of the bottle.
Papers rustled, making Komui’s spine straighten, but it was only a sudden draft. Someday someone would walk in here to him talking to himself. Would Captain Reever lock him up in the crazy house? Well, better than the alternative of anyone walking in and being brutally murdered by the Noah.
Tyki put one glass in his limp hand and clinked them together. Komui drank it down in a gulp. He relaxed in his chair, knowing no one ever walked in or called while he was imagining this.
“You should sleep.”
He laughed bitterly. “My hallucination of my enemy is telling me this.”
The Noah tipped him from the chair into his arms, setting the glasses down on the desk. It felt like floating, except on the exact places their bodies touched, which felt like spiders creeping on his skin. He squirmed to avoid the sensation, which only led to the Noah pulling him against his chest to avoid dropping him. It was too much; he did his best to curl up into a fetal position, which was how he looked when he was dumped on the couch.
“I’m inventing fantasies to explain how I got to the couch I so want to be on.”
Not seeming to mind being called an illusion, Tyki smiled without teeth. “Shall I call Queen Mab?”
“Just the Sandman.”
Tyki leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. The scientist tasted bile rising in his throat.
“Any dream without you in it would be sweet.”
“Then sweet dreams, Komui Lee.”