The first official post on the new writing blog, and @stained-glass-sketchbook’s prize drabble for the “feed my insecure need for external validation game.” Set in the same universe as The angst’s in its canon; all’s right with the world.
“Hey, Shinji-kun, what do you know about snow?”
“Hm?” Shinji pulls the sheet music that had been resting on his face away so he can look at Kaworu, and then he has to roll over onto his stomach in order to avoid the sudden onslaught of sunlight. Shame, he’d just been settling into a nap, too. “What brought this up?”
Kaworu folds over his own sheet music so that he can show Shinji the title of the piece he’s looking at. The book is a collection of the Debussy “Children’s Corner” suite, currently opened to “The Snow is Dancing.” “I also see it mentioned a lot in writing, but I’ve never seen it. Is it nice? This song makes it sound nice, but writers seem divided on the subject, because they’re either talking about peaceful landscapes or toes falling off and then freezing to death.”
“Um,” Shinji stretches himself out a bit before continuing, wondering idly exactly what sort of reading has made up Kaworu’s sample size, “I don’t really know either. I’m not sure anyone’s seen snow since the Second Impact, so you might have to ask someone older like Misato. I guess it would be a good change of pace, to get snow for once, but when you put it like that, it’s probably better to just imagine it.” He turns over again to lie on his back, closing his eyes and sunning himself lazily.
“Shinji-kun,” says Kaworu’s concerned voice, and Shinji feels him gently shaking his shoulder, “If you fall asleep in the sun, you might get sunburns.”
“I think that’s something you need to worry about more, Kaworu-kun.”
“But I’m always worrying about you. Because I’m always thinking about you.”
Shinji gives in. He usually does. With a sigh and a promise that we will meet again anon, sweet nap, he holds his hands out and lets Kaworu pull him up.
“You could imagine about snow with me a little bit more,” Kaworu offers by way of distraction. “For example,” he leans in close enough to rub his nose against Shinji’s, “I bet you’d look really cute with snowflakes in your hair.”
Lately, Shinji’s been putting forth an effort not to be quite so embarrassed when Kaworu says these things, but he still unconsciously checks his peripheral vision to make sure nobody’s watching them before he takes Kaworu’s face in his hands. “I’d say the same thing about you, but I don’t think I’d be able to tell. But, um, it would probably be too cold for kissing outside, so, um… we’d have to do this a lot.” He nuzzles Kaworu’s nose right back, which thrills Kaworu to no end. “I heard Mari call it eskimo kissing, but then Ayanami told her not to call it that because apparently it’s not terribly accurate or something. I don’t even know how she knows these things, but that’s Ayanami for you.”
“Ayanami’s right about a lot of things,” says Kaworu, nodding. “I should ask her about snow.”
The next day, Shinji looks up from his textbook when a flurry of shredded paper suddenly descends upon him.
“I was right,” says Kaworu, grinning at him from across the table. He blows another handful of paper bits into Shinji’s face, and Shinji has to awkwardly brush a few of them out of his mouth. “You do look cute with snow in your hair.”
Thank you so much for coming back again and again to my fics, Sam. I’m very lucky to have a follower like you. I hope you enjoyed.
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