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The Warmth Of Years [Estonia/Finland]
Title: The Warmth Of Years
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 10+
Length: 362
Summary: A reflection on the past.
Other: Posted in my personal journal. (Original entry)
The Warmth Of Years
Bright yellow sunshine and a sky so clear and blue that someone could get lost in it. He rested flat on his back and breathed in the good air while the grass tickled his palms and the light warmed his eyelids.
The breezes were thick with flower-scent and he relished it. Breathing deeply, he drew in that sweetness, licked his lips and could almost taste it: light and life and green things growing in the good earth. The wind was pleasantly cool on his face, brushing as if kissing.
How long had he stayed there? Not continuously, but how many hours, collected into days, added together to form weeks over time had he stayed in that spot? He had probably spent years right there, just there, resting amid the wild grasses and nodding cornflowers, as if he was part of the landscape itself, a plant rooted in his earth.
The wind whispered. He listened. Long ago he heard gods in its murmuring, could answer back, sing their songs. How long had it been? He couldn’t remember.
Times had changed and though he now found himself wordless he still listened for the whispering.
Maybe someday he would hear it again.
He breathed in the scent and reached out, fingers brushing grass then petals then the hand that belonged to the one who rested beside him, enjoying the peace.
Their fingers knitted. The silence shifted and made room as words insinuated themselves into the landscape. His dear friend murmured that he liked it in this place, and after a time he said that he liked it, too.
Grass rustled with movement and soon a weight was upon him and his face was shaded from the sun. His eyes cracked open.
They lingered nose to nose. He could see that Soome was smiling. Then the distance closed. They met. It seemed that the years rushed in, years he had spent there, with the wind and his thoughts but not alone. Not alone.
He was half-blind and wind-deaf now, but still not alone. Soome was warm in his arms and the moment was still and endless and all was as it should be.
All was right.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 10+
Length: 362
Summary: A reflection on the past.
Other: Posted in my personal journal. (Original entry)
The Warmth Of Years
Bright yellow sunshine and a sky so clear and blue that someone could get lost in it. He rested flat on his back and breathed in the good air while the grass tickled his palms and the light warmed his eyelids.
The breezes were thick with flower-scent and he relished it. Breathing deeply, he drew in that sweetness, licked his lips and could almost taste it: light and life and green things growing in the good earth. The wind was pleasantly cool on his face, brushing as if kissing.
How long had he stayed there? Not continuously, but how many hours, collected into days, added together to form weeks over time had he stayed in that spot? He had probably spent years right there, just there, resting amid the wild grasses and nodding cornflowers, as if he was part of the landscape itself, a plant rooted in his earth.
The wind whispered. He listened. Long ago he heard gods in its murmuring, could answer back, sing their songs. How long had it been? He couldn’t remember.
Times had changed and though he now found himself wordless he still listened for the whispering.
Maybe someday he would hear it again.
He breathed in the scent and reached out, fingers brushing grass then petals then the hand that belonged to the one who rested beside him, enjoying the peace.
Their fingers knitted. The silence shifted and made room as words insinuated themselves into the landscape. His dear friend murmured that he liked it in this place, and after a time he said that he liked it, too.
Grass rustled with movement and soon a weight was upon him and his face was shaded from the sun. His eyes cracked open.
They lingered nose to nose. He could see that Soome was smiling. Then the distance closed. They met. It seemed that the years rushed in, years he had spent there, with the wind and his thoughts but not alone. Not alone.
He was half-blind and wind-deaf now, but still not alone. Soome was warm in his arms and the moment was still and endless and all was as it should be.
All was right.