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[17-Jul-2021] [Ayatsuri Sakon] Safety
Title: Safety
Day/Prompt: 17-July-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Sakon, Ukon, Zenkichi if you stretch the vagueness.
Rating/Warning(s): Gen
The car smelled like cigarettes, takeout, and days worth of arduous surveillance out the back of a beat-up lil' thing, or so it was dubbed by the quite proud owner. Despite that, the icy leather, and his body accustomed to air conditioning, heaters, and civilization's warmth, Sakon had no intention of leaving.
The first time he slept in the cold, young and freezing, he whimpered, "I don't think I can do this." and proceeded to last the whole night, the next over, and continued to the last. By then, he'd whittled countless hours away, just under the shade of trees sleeping under a jacket, stowed in an abandoned building, curled into a corner, or occupying one of his many niches.
By far, that car was one of the better places. It smelled safe, and Sakon hadn't felt safer in years. No alcohol, no whiskey, no fine powders and syringes; just a bitter, ashy smell, and one comfortingly familiar.
Sighing, Sakon's eyes flickered to the night sky. He could see constellations; they were distant fires in the midnight sky, whites and soft blues and even softer, faded out oranges. The night was coming down quick. He knew all about the night sky from years spent gazing at it. There was something hypnotic about looking up at a sky like that, something otherworldly, mystical -- like prickling at his skin and the feelings piercing him were from the moon alone.
Sakon curled up in his greatcoat, bunching layers in great effort to beat the winter cold. Ukon's hair brushed against his face, his eyes closed peacefully, and that's all Sakon desired, so Sakon murmured another cold-breathed thank you to the photographer up front. Nuzzling as he murmured, Sakon wasn't sure if he heard him, if the man was awake at all. Probably not.
The day was coming. So with deliberation, Sakon closed his eyes.
Day/Prompt: 17-July-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Sakon, Ukon, Zenkichi if you stretch the vagueness.
Rating/Warning(s): Gen
The car smelled like cigarettes, takeout, and days worth of arduous surveillance out the back of a beat-up lil' thing, or so it was dubbed by the quite proud owner. Despite that, the icy leather, and his body accustomed to air conditioning, heaters, and civilization's warmth, Sakon had no intention of leaving.
The first time he slept in the cold, young and freezing, he whimpered, "I don't think I can do this." and proceeded to last the whole night, the next over, and continued to the last. By then, he'd whittled countless hours away, just under the shade of trees sleeping under a jacket, stowed in an abandoned building, curled into a corner, or occupying one of his many niches.
By far, that car was one of the better places. It smelled safe, and Sakon hadn't felt safer in years. No alcohol, no whiskey, no fine powders and syringes; just a bitter, ashy smell, and one comfortingly familiar.
Sighing, Sakon's eyes flickered to the night sky. He could see constellations; they were distant fires in the midnight sky, whites and soft blues and even softer, faded out oranges. The night was coming down quick. He knew all about the night sky from years spent gazing at it. There was something hypnotic about looking up at a sky like that, something otherworldly, mystical -- like prickling at his skin and the feelings piercing him were from the moon alone.
Sakon curled up in his greatcoat, bunching layers in great effort to beat the winter cold. Ukon's hair brushed against his face, his eyes closed peacefully, and that's all Sakon desired, so Sakon murmured another cold-breathed thank you to the photographer up front. Nuzzling as he murmured, Sakon wasn't sure if he heard him, if the man was awake at all. Probably not.
The day was coming. So with deliberation, Sakon closed his eyes.