Falling, Jamiroquai

Short things that I have written.

It was starting to get colder. Not too cold, but not warm at all. The kind of cold that made you curse to the sky above that you underdressed - the sky would then laugh at you.

Band practice was over for the day, it had been over thirty minutes ago, yet it took the five almost double the time to get back to the sharehouse than usual for some reason. Yuuto’s hand was stuffed into Wataru’s pocket, something about his own pockets being too full (a lie), their hands entwined in each other’s warmth. They’d argue about it for a moment, Wataru using every word his brain could think of to tell him no but the red of his cheeks telling him otherwise.

Yuuto said he’d make him a hot chocolate when they got home to make up for it; not that he needed to. Wataru liked hot chocolates. He liked them a lot.

The other day, Yuuto asked Wataru what song reminded him of them.

It was a question that shouldn’t have caused so much of a brain block, but it did. Not that he didn’t have a song in mind, it’s just that he didn’t know if Yuuto would feel like it worked for them too. It reminded him of the sun, of summer, of cold drinks straight from the chilly bin on a hot day. It reminded him of the mango daiquiris that Yuuto would make and then tap against Wataru’s own glass of rosé before sipping on it. Liquid alchemy and singing in the flowers. It was comforting.

The two of them made it clear what songs reminded them of each other, it was evident that music was a very integral part in their relationship, it being the thing that brought the two together. Their red string of fate.

This song reminded him of happiness. It reminded him of the warmth of Yuuto’s embrace and the soft kisses they’d share after something more intimate or the laughter of pillow talk. It was something that reminded him of not only just Yuuto, but the two of them together. Soft, sweet, comforting.

He’d show him eventually. Eventually he’d answer his question and find that, yes, Yuuto did feel like it worked for them.

A newly coronated king led his beloved to a balcony with a plan in his mind. This was his day, the most important day for him, yet he wanted to make it Wataru’s most important day, too.

He closed the door behind him and stood in his place as he watched Wataru take in the view from this tower. It wasn’t the highest tower in the palace, yet you could see the water at the edge of the kingdom clearly from there. It glistened and gleamed in the moonlight. Wataru pointed out how beautiful it was and all Yuuto could muster out was a quiet “Yeah..”

His body moved on its own as he spoke that one word, descending to one knee and his right gloved hand pressing itself gently to his chest. It rested atop his heart. His heart beat fast, much too fast.

Wataru turned after a few moments, presumably to continue their conversation, but becoming startled by his dearest knelt before him. He knew what he was doing.

Yuuto would speak with the most beautiful words he could think of, Wataru would nod and tell him a king shouldn’t kneel for anyone. Yuuto would say he’s allowed to kneel before an angel.

note: this is from an au I made a few years back.