eggshellblue

What, writing, what? :O

Title: Golden
Series: Forever's Interval
Pairing: Falcyon/Cyrus (sort of, but not really)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Falcyon, Cyrus, and Forever's Interval belong to

kageno and

yue_d; No, you can't have them.
A/N: Haven't written in a while, so I'm way rusty. Not entirely happy with this, but I'm not unhappy with it either. I suppose that'd make me content?

Falcyon grunted in frustration and rubbed the page before him furiously, his fingers becoming steadily blacker with the rich charcoal of his pencil. He stepped back to peer at his easel, wiping his hand absently on the leg of his jeans, which were already a hellish blend of paint and hue; one had to squint to see the denim.

He rubbed his eyes and the side of his face, leaving a faint black smudge on his already sweaty and unwashed skin. Sighing, he turned away from his work and took a few steps away, only to swing back around furiously.

It just wasn’t working.

Mere inches from the page’s surface, Falcyon stared at the slight rise and ripple of the grainy paper, broken only by the occasional streak of solid black.

Falcyon started at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder, and turned sharply to look into calm grey eyes.

“You’re doing it again” Cyrus said, with a smile.

“Doing what?” he replied gruffly, turning back to his easel and brushing the hand away.

He blinked and shivered, rubbing the spot that Cyrus had touched. It was cold, and he could feel goosebumps even beneath the coarse fabric of his shirt. He sighed again, and putting down his pencils he walked the short distance to the kitchen.

A golden slant of light pierced the window from the east side, coming to rest gently on the curve of Cyrus’ neck and hair. The already pale blond head seemed to shimmer, a halo of pure light. Hearing his footsteps, Cyrus turned toward him and his hair was fleecy gold once more, amused grey eyes examining him closely.

“I swear it’s like soap and water are a foreign language to you.” He chuckled.

Falcyon snorted and lifted his arm to take in a deep, satisfied sniff, and then shot the blond a winning smile.

Cyrus laughed, tilting his head back into the light. His eyes gleamed with mirth. The halo was back, and it flashed and glinted in his smile. He quieted and shook his head, an almost bittersweet look in his eyes.

Like the sky before a rain, Falcyon thought, his breath caught somewhere in his throat.

“What would you do if I wasn’t around to clean up after you, eh?”

“What would I do? I’d put my feet up on the table and leave my socks by the door” he laughed.

The sound echoed dully into the empty kitchen, vibrating off of unclean dishes and coming to rest in his ears, a little too hard.

Falcyon sighed and moved to stand before the sink. The light from the window glimmered and played along his arms, reflecting on the metal of the sink and the glass plates. He squinted and rubbed his arms, the hard light doing nothing to chase away the draft lodged somewhere deep in his bones.

He reached over the tap and closed the blind. Picking up the soap and cloth, he set himself to the task before him.

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Daaaang,

kageno's gonna kiiiill me xDDD