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Where you belong [Hannu & Ville]
Title: Where you belong
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters: Hannu and Ville
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 32 lines, poetry
Summary: Getting to sleep in the summer heat is impossible. From Hannu's point of view.
Other: It's starting to get cold, so I wanted to write something summery. Set in the summer after the end of canon, I suppose. Originally posted in the SSSSForum's aRTD poetry thread (here)
Where you belong
It's almost midnight
thin summer sun peeking
through slightly-open blinds
clicking on the sill as the breeze presses in.
It's too hot in here.
And there you are
right beside me, because
where else would you be?
This bed isn't big enough for the both of us.
I remember when you were
as you were, so small
when we first met -
you fit in my arms with room to spare.
Now I'm the one who fits against you
as you wrap yourself
around me, keeping close.
It's nice in January
when the room's ice-cold
frost tracing window panes.
Now I want to kick you out of bed.
I know what will happen -
you'll give me those eyes
and I'll give in and
we'll end up just as we are.
I'll shove off the sheets
shut my eyes tight, but
sleep's a lost cause.
The alarm clock will scream in a few hours.
Whatever,
it's fine. I can't sleep, but
I don't mind.
You're right where you belong.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters: Hannu and Ville
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 32 lines, poetry
Summary: Getting to sleep in the summer heat is impossible. From Hannu's point of view.
Other: It's starting to get cold, so I wanted to write something summery. Set in the summer after the end of canon, I suppose. Originally posted in the SSSSForum's aRTD poetry thread (here)
Where you belong
It's almost midnight
thin summer sun peeking
through slightly-open blinds
clicking on the sill as the breeze presses in.
It's too hot in here.
And there you are
right beside me, because
where else would you be?
This bed isn't big enough for the both of us.
I remember when you were
as you were, so small
when we first met -
you fit in my arms with room to spare.
Now I'm the one who fits against you
as you wrap yourself
around me, keeping close.
It's nice in January
when the room's ice-cold
frost tracing window panes.
Now I want to kick you out of bed.
I know what will happen -
you'll give me those eyes
and I'll give in and
we'll end up just as we are.
I'll shove off the sheets
shut my eyes tight, but
sleep's a lost cause.
The alarm clock will scream in a few hours.
Whatever,
it's fine. I can't sleep, but
I don't mind.
You're right where you belong.