Rhapsody Part Two: Clouds
Mar. 7th, 2006 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bluejeans07Couldn't resist writing this next one since the clouds were so gorgeous and puffy today! I actually saw one that reminded me of ice cream! Or poop, the way it's drawn in Dragon Ball. XD
Word count: 441
"I see... cream that is whipped."
"You mean 'whipped cream', Ryuu. C'mon, that's boring. I see... Elvis."
A long pause passed before Ryuu turned to Jesse with a slight frown on his elegant face as he peered through the tall, green grass of spring, "...Elvis? In clouds?"
"Sure! See? That big swoopy bit could be his hair," Jesse pointed a stubby, calloused finger into the sky, making the 'swoopy' movement with one arm. "And that could be his bulbous nose... and the cleft in his chin... and those gray spots could be eye sockets and such."
"Ahh." Another long pause passed before Ryuu talks again, "...soft vanilla ice cream." There was a dull thud as Jesse hit his shoulder, hard. "Ow."
Rolling onto his side, Jesse stared wide blue eyes into calm brown ones, "You're not trying hard enough! You're not supposed to see things that actually resemble clouds, you're supposed to use your imagination and see things that don't!"
"...that does not make any sense at all."
"It's not supposed to, roboto."
"Stop calling me that."
"Bite me."
Chomp.
"OW!" Jesse rubbed his stinging earlobe where he swore he could feel a small circle of indentations that Ryuu's teeth had left as Ryuu settled back onto the grass again, still staring up into the sky. "I didn't mean for you to actually bite me!"
"You apparently do not mean a whole lot of things," a small smirk crossed the Japanese boy's face as he closed his eyes. "You say you want me to find things in clouds. I do, but apparently I do not find the 'right' things. You tell me to bite you and I do, and then you tell me that I am not supposed to bite you. You get frustrated when you tell me that you think I look nice when my hair is messy and I am wearing old clothes with holes in them. You ask me what I think of the music you listen to and get offended when I say that men yelling into microphone is not music. Clearly, Jesse, we have failure of communication because I do exactly what you tell me to, when you mean I am supposed to do complete opposite."
The long pause that usually originated from Ryuu came from Jesse this time around as he observed the other boy lying in the grass with a rare look of tranquility on his features. Slowly, he leaned over and pressed a kiss on Ryuu's forehead before Jesse whispered, "I love you. No hidden messages or anything. Really. Not when I say that."
Ryuu opened his eyes and smiled, "I know."
Word count: 441
"I see... cream that is whipped."
"You mean 'whipped cream', Ryuu. C'mon, that's boring. I see... Elvis."
A long pause passed before Ryuu turned to Jesse with a slight frown on his elegant face as he peered through the tall, green grass of spring, "...Elvis? In clouds?"
"Sure! See? That big swoopy bit could be his hair," Jesse pointed a stubby, calloused finger into the sky, making the 'swoopy' movement with one arm. "And that could be his bulbous nose... and the cleft in his chin... and those gray spots could be eye sockets and such."
"Ahh." Another long pause passed before Ryuu talks again, "...soft vanilla ice cream." There was a dull thud as Jesse hit his shoulder, hard. "Ow."
Rolling onto his side, Jesse stared wide blue eyes into calm brown ones, "You're not trying hard enough! You're not supposed to see things that actually resemble clouds, you're supposed to use your imagination and see things that don't!"
"...that does not make any sense at all."
"It's not supposed to, roboto."
"Stop calling me that."
"Bite me."
Chomp.
"OW!" Jesse rubbed his stinging earlobe where he swore he could feel a small circle of indentations that Ryuu's teeth had left as Ryuu settled back onto the grass again, still staring up into the sky. "I didn't mean for you to actually bite me!"
"You apparently do not mean a whole lot of things," a small smirk crossed the Japanese boy's face as he closed his eyes. "You say you want me to find things in clouds. I do, but apparently I do not find the 'right' things. You tell me to bite you and I do, and then you tell me that I am not supposed to bite you. You get frustrated when you tell me that you think I look nice when my hair is messy and I am wearing old clothes with holes in them. You ask me what I think of the music you listen to and get offended when I say that men yelling into microphone is not music. Clearly, Jesse, we have failure of communication because I do exactly what you tell me to, when you mean I am supposed to do complete opposite."
The long pause that usually originated from Ryuu came from Jesse this time around as he observed the other boy lying in the grass with a rare look of tranquility on his features. Slowly, he leaned over and pressed a kiss on Ryuu's forehead before Jesse whispered, "I love you. No hidden messages or anything. Really. Not when I say that."
Ryuu opened his eyes and smiled, "I know."
