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October [Joona/Hannu]
Title: October
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Joona/Hannu
Rating: 0+/E for Everyone
Length: 250 words
Summary: Sometimes, in quiet moments, he can allow this closeness.
Other: Flashfiction. Prompt was #35, "Hold my hand".
October
The air was fresh and the fallen leaves crunched under their feet. Around them, the world was painted shades of gold, orange, brown.
Taking a walk together was Joona's idea. Nice day, he said, even if it's cold.
Hannu was the one who brought him off the path.
Not that it mattered where they went; they both knew their way around the forest, could get through it easily. Could find their way back with their eyes closed.
The press of the trees gave them shelter, even if the leaves had dropped. Screened them from prying eyes.
When Hannu stepped closer, linking their hands, Joona didn't say anything. Out of the corner of his eye, Hannu caught him grinning.
But he didn't complain. Didn't try to wipe it off his face, either.
Leaves. Loam. Damp autumn crispness. Their hands were warm against one another. It was stupid, Hannu thought. It was cheesy. All of it. The walk. The hand-holding. But it was his own fault for doing it, his own fault for reaching out and taking it, his own fault for not letting go.
A brook ran through the forest, clear and cool. Someone had made a bench years ago, put it up with scrap wood. Old and grey, it still held both of them.
When Hannu let go of Joona, it was because he knew he would slide an arm around his shoulders, draw him closer.
They sat there like two birds on a branch, and drank the silence together.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Joona/Hannu
Rating: 0+/E for Everyone
Length: 250 words
Summary: Sometimes, in quiet moments, he can allow this closeness.
Other: Flashfiction. Prompt was #35, "Hold my hand".
October
The air was fresh and the fallen leaves crunched under their feet. Around them, the world was painted shades of gold, orange, brown.
Taking a walk together was Joona's idea. Nice day, he said, even if it's cold.
Hannu was the one who brought him off the path.
Not that it mattered where they went; they both knew their way around the forest, could get through it easily. Could find their way back with their eyes closed.
The press of the trees gave them shelter, even if the leaves had dropped. Screened them from prying eyes.
When Hannu stepped closer, linking their hands, Joona didn't say anything. Out of the corner of his eye, Hannu caught him grinning.
But he didn't complain. Didn't try to wipe it off his face, either.
Leaves. Loam. Damp autumn crispness. Their hands were warm against one another. It was stupid, Hannu thought. It was cheesy. All of it. The walk. The hand-holding. But it was his own fault for doing it, his own fault for reaching out and taking it, his own fault for not letting go.
A brook ran through the forest, clear and cool. Someone had made a bench years ago, put it up with scrap wood. Old and grey, it still held both of them.
When Hannu let go of Joona, it was because he knew he would slide an arm around his shoulders, draw him closer.
They sat there like two birds on a branch, and drank the silence together.