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Heartlines [Estonia/Finland]
Title: Heartlines
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 350
Summary: Reunited after Estonia regains independence. A quiet moment together.
Other: Written as part of a flash fiction challenge at the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Heartlines
Press of lips to fingers, one, two, more, endless air-light kisses.
It felt like so long. So long. It wasn't, not even a century, but every year felt like one hundred.
He remembered the nights when he stood by the sea and looked out across the gulf. City lights behind him, darkness in front of him. Wind kissing his face as he reached out to touch what he knew was there, eighty kilometres away. Too far away. Sighing, hand falling, waiting. There was nothing he could do but wait.
On those nights he wondered if his friend stood on the opposite shore. He imagined him singing soft words, love songs, trusting his messages to the wind, which lost them as it crossed the sea.
That was over now. That was done with. They were together again, finally. About time.
Now they celebrated their reunion. They had spent the night out together, a night of joy and laughter, then as the hours drew short returned home for drink, and rest. Rest. He needed it, that one. His friend had collapsed in an armchair upon their arrival and had left it up to him to get the liquor. Having done, he sank down onto the floor beside him. Glasses on the coffee table. Maybe that could wait. He took his hand and kissed it.
Even now those hands were like silk against his rough lips. Trailing over veins, feather-light brushing, before turning over to press to the palm. Life line. Head line. Heart line. He hears a soft sound and he glances upward. The familiar eyes he had missed so much had closed. His friend had rested back, lips slightly parted. Just a sigh. Worn out.
He longed to rise, to kiss him. He watched him, noting the calm. The way his glasses had slipped down his nose. The sound of his breathing. Steady. More. Steady.
He ducked his head. Another kiss to the heart line and the creases toward its end. Nothing more, then. They were both tired. There would be tomorrow, and the days after.
There would be time for other things. They had time, now.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 350
Summary: Reunited after Estonia regains independence. A quiet moment together.
Other: Written as part of a flash fiction challenge at the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Heartlines
Press of lips to fingers, one, two, more, endless air-light kisses.
It felt like so long. So long. It wasn't, not even a century, but every year felt like one hundred.
He remembered the nights when he stood by the sea and looked out across the gulf. City lights behind him, darkness in front of him. Wind kissing his face as he reached out to touch what he knew was there, eighty kilometres away. Too far away. Sighing, hand falling, waiting. There was nothing he could do but wait.
On those nights he wondered if his friend stood on the opposite shore. He imagined him singing soft words, love songs, trusting his messages to the wind, which lost them as it crossed the sea.
That was over now. That was done with. They were together again, finally. About time.
Now they celebrated their reunion. They had spent the night out together, a night of joy and laughter, then as the hours drew short returned home for drink, and rest. Rest. He needed it, that one. His friend had collapsed in an armchair upon their arrival and had left it up to him to get the liquor. Having done, he sank down onto the floor beside him. Glasses on the coffee table. Maybe that could wait. He took his hand and kissed it.
Even now those hands were like silk against his rough lips. Trailing over veins, feather-light brushing, before turning over to press to the palm. Life line. Head line. Heart line. He hears a soft sound and he glances upward. The familiar eyes he had missed so much had closed. His friend had rested back, lips slightly parted. Just a sigh. Worn out.
He longed to rise, to kiss him. He watched him, noting the calm. The way his glasses had slipped down his nose. The sound of his breathing. Steady. More. Steady.
He ducked his head. Another kiss to the heart line and the creases toward its end. Nothing more, then. They were both tired. There would be tomorrow, and the days after.
There would be time for other things. They had time, now.