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Ficlet: Love, Conditional. (Ryuuki/Kouyuu.)
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Apr. 12th, 2009 | 05:44 pm
Unbelievable as it may seem, I actually do intend to finish all the fic prompts I've ask for ^_^. This one was requests by Malnisst back in January, 2008. Yes, I am a ridiculous slacker. Maybe I should do this in reverse and try and complete the really oldest requests first ....
Title: Love, Conditional.
Fanfic meme fic: Ryuuki having a sleepover with Kouyuu (platonic or note), as Shuuei and Kouyuu seem to be the only junior court officials he hasn’t bedded. For Malnisst.
Notes: Back when the Saiunkoku fandom was young, Truth (I believe) wrote a couple of amazing fics that really hinted at how disastrous it would be for Kouyuu if he became one of Ryuuki’s nightly bed warmers. She picked up way back then how big a problem conditional affection would be for Kouyuu in such a situation (“I need you because I no longer have Shuurei”), and how it would just confirm the beliefs he had about himself. Given the direction the novels took with Kouyuu’s issues WITH what he perceived to be conditional affection, I think she was an author well before her time =). This is just a ten minute ficlet so it doesn’t go into any of the depth that those fics do, but it’s certainly really interesting to write about a season 1 idea now that we’ve got the knowledge of the later novels.
It was only a door.
Kouyuu had been here before. Often with Shuuei, sometimes with Shuurei, once with Reishin. It was a plain door, a simple door, one that had always been open to him – although all previous invitations had been carried on friendship and professionalism.
This invitation had been spoken by vulnerable, childlike eyes, whispered through fleeting touches that skirted and flittered and flustered. Kouyuu wasn’t – he wasn’t like them, and so he hadn’t understood what all the touches and looks and doe eyes had meant.
“Come spend the night with me.” Those words he had understood, cultivated as they were in rumors and sly looks. “Come spend the night with me.” Soft, silky, pressed against his ear. “Come spend the night with me.” A quiet, desperate plea that twisted as much as it manipulated.
“We are friends, aren’t we?”
Friends.
“And otherwise we’d both be spending the evenings alone.”
Friends.
“We don’t – I mean, I have a lovely daybed you can sleep in. You don’t have to share my bed, of course.” Laughter so light and honest that it threatened to flood all of Kouyuu’s senses in white noise.
Friends.
“Please?”
He flattened his palm against the smooth, cool wood of the door. Just a door. If he left, it would remain that way. Indifferent, oblivious, static.
Forever closed.
This … this was what friends did, wasn’t it?
He curled his fingers into a fist then knocked, once. The door opened instantly, and there were hands on his hips and a mouth pressed against his lips.
“Isn’t this much better?” Ryuuki’s voice was so warm, inviting. His touch – his touch so final.
Kouyuu forced a tight, tense smile.
The door slid closed behind him.
Title: Love, Conditional.
Fanfic meme fic: Ryuuki having a sleepover with Kouyuu (platonic or note), as Shuuei and Kouyuu seem to be the only junior court officials he hasn’t bedded. For Malnisst.
Notes: Back when the Saiunkoku fandom was young, Truth (I believe) wrote a couple of amazing fics that really hinted at how disastrous it would be for Kouyuu if he became one of Ryuuki’s nightly bed warmers. She picked up way back then how big a problem conditional affection would be for Kouyuu in such a situation (“I need you because I no longer have Shuurei”), and how it would just confirm the beliefs he had about himself. Given the direction the novels took with Kouyuu’s issues WITH what he perceived to be conditional affection, I think she was an author well before her time =). This is just a ten minute ficlet so it doesn’t go into any of the depth that those fics do, but it’s certainly really interesting to write about a season 1 idea now that we’ve got the knowledge of the later novels.
It was only a door.
Kouyuu had been here before. Often with Shuuei, sometimes with Shuurei, once with Reishin. It was a plain door, a simple door, one that had always been open to him – although all previous invitations had been carried on friendship and professionalism.
This invitation had been spoken by vulnerable, childlike eyes, whispered through fleeting touches that skirted and flittered and flustered. Kouyuu wasn’t – he wasn’t like them, and so he hadn’t understood what all the touches and looks and doe eyes had meant.
“Come spend the night with me.” Those words he had understood, cultivated as they were in rumors and sly looks. “Come spend the night with me.” Soft, silky, pressed against his ear. “Come spend the night with me.” A quiet, desperate plea that twisted as much as it manipulated.
“We are friends, aren’t we?”
Friends.
“And otherwise we’d both be spending the evenings alone.”
Friends.
“We don’t – I mean, I have a lovely daybed you can sleep in. You don’t have to share my bed, of course.” Laughter so light and honest that it threatened to flood all of Kouyuu’s senses in white noise.
Friends.
“Please?”
He flattened his palm against the smooth, cool wood of the door. Just a door. If he left, it would remain that way. Indifferent, oblivious, static.
Forever closed.
This … this was what friends did, wasn’t it?
He curled his fingers into a fist then knocked, once. The door opened instantly, and there were hands on his hips and a mouth pressed against his lips.
“Isn’t this much better?” Ryuuki’s voice was so warm, inviting. His touch – his touch so final.
Kouyuu forced a tight, tense smile.
The door slid closed behind him.