[Yami no Matsuei] (PG)
May. 22nd, 2014 01:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for < lj user="fuda_100">'s "snow". Featuring a young Muraki in the winter.
Snow... so pretty, like the lace on Mother's gowns... Squeaking underfoot the times she let him go out into their wintry garden. So cold on his skin and his hair, nearly the same color. As his hair, as Mother's hair. The color of the moon, its soft light. Cold, like the moonlight, like cracked porcelain.
No, mustn't think of that. Think of the snow, so lovely, so inviting. He could lay down in it, make snow angels in it. Angels... like the lovely young man in Grandfather's old photograph. Maybe he would see him in the snow, his Christmas miracle...
Snow... so pretty, like the lace on Mother's gowns... Squeaking underfoot the times she let him go out into their wintry garden. So cold on his skin and his hair, nearly the same color. As his hair, as Mother's hair. The color of the moon, its soft light. Cold, like the moonlight, like cracked porcelain.
No, mustn't think of that. Think of the snow, so lovely, so inviting. He could lay down in it, make snow angels in it. Angels... like the lovely young man in Grandfather's old photograph. Maybe he would see him in the snow, his Christmas miracle...
