Post by arturobrigstocke on Oct 31, 2008 1:28:11 GMT 1
“Shiro! Shi! Wake up you fucking cunt! Seriously! This isn’t fucking funny! If you don’t fucking wake up now I’m going to fucking- fuck! Just wake the fuck up!” Art had his hands on Shi’s shoulders, shaking him as much as he dared. He was trying to tell himself it was all some kind of joke, that Shi would wake up any moment, but the fact he didn’t even dare shake him properly told him otherwise.
It had all happened as if in slow motion. Art had been walking out of the great hall, one of the last to leave dinner as he’d arrived so late, and had been crossing the entrance hall to go up to the Ravenclaw common room, when he’d seen Shiro. In any other circumstance it world have been comic - it looked like he was slipping on a banana peal or something equally ludicrous. But then he wasn’t just slipping, he was falling, and it didn’t stop, he just tumbled down the stairs, and then there was a sickening crunch.
The next thing art knew he was at the boy’s side. His stomach was in his mouth, as if he’d just dropped forty thousand feel from a broom. He didn’t know what to do, what the hell had happened. He’d just watched it and yet still he felt completely disorientated. His hands were running all over Shi’s body, not even knowing what he was looking for. His eyes were shut, and if it wasn’t for the slightly awkward position his boy was lying in, he could have been asleep.
But he wasn’t
Distantly, Art wondered who was screaming, when he realised it was himself. He hadn’t even noticed his own body in his haste to get to Shiro, but it was slowly dawning on him what a mess he was. He was crying, tears streaming down his face, and his whole body was shaking. “Shi!” He cried, his moth twisted in anguish “Wake up! You have to fucking wake up!”
He didn’t want to believe it - his brain simply wouldn’t process the information, it felt like it was clasping in on itself. Art slumped forwards, his head pressed into Shiro’s shoulder “You cant die, for fucks sake! You can’t fucking die!”
“Art? What are you doing? You smell like oranges”
Art leapt back as if he’d been burnt, tripping over his own feet even as he started to crouch and falling hard on his arse “Fuck!” He yelled, which earned him a bemused and rather concussed look from Shi “You fucking bastard! I thought you were dead!”
“So did I” Shi replied sheepishly as he pushed himself slowly up into a sitting position, reaching out a hand to gingerly touch the back of his head, before wincing painfully “What happened?”
“You slipped over” Art replied gruffly, turning his tear streaked eyes way from the other boy and folding his arms defensively across his chest.
“I- wow” Shiro sounded more than a little dazed, although given his current situation, Art hardly found it surprising “And you came and rescued me?”
Art mumbled something noncommittal in response.
“Thank you.” Shi whispered. After a few seconds of silence he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Art’s. Art didn’t even need to think before kissing back, ever so gently, don’t wanting to hurt the other boy any more than he might already be.
“Just don’t do it again” He whispered back, running a thumb over Shi’s cheek “If you died, I don’t know what I’d do”
It had all happened as if in slow motion. Art had been walking out of the great hall, one of the last to leave dinner as he’d arrived so late, and had been crossing the entrance hall to go up to the Ravenclaw common room, when he’d seen Shiro. In any other circumstance it world have been comic - it looked like he was slipping on a banana peal or something equally ludicrous. But then he wasn’t just slipping, he was falling, and it didn’t stop, he just tumbled down the stairs, and then there was a sickening crunch.
The next thing art knew he was at the boy’s side. His stomach was in his mouth, as if he’d just dropped forty thousand feel from a broom. He didn’t know what to do, what the hell had happened. He’d just watched it and yet still he felt completely disorientated. His hands were running all over Shi’s body, not even knowing what he was looking for. His eyes were shut, and if it wasn’t for the slightly awkward position his boy was lying in, he could have been asleep.
But he wasn’t
Distantly, Art wondered who was screaming, when he realised it was himself. He hadn’t even noticed his own body in his haste to get to Shiro, but it was slowly dawning on him what a mess he was. He was crying, tears streaming down his face, and his whole body was shaking. “Shi!” He cried, his moth twisted in anguish “Wake up! You have to fucking wake up!”
He didn’t want to believe it - his brain simply wouldn’t process the information, it felt like it was clasping in on itself. Art slumped forwards, his head pressed into Shiro’s shoulder “You cant die, for fucks sake! You can’t fucking die!”
“Art? What are you doing? You smell like oranges”
Art leapt back as if he’d been burnt, tripping over his own feet even as he started to crouch and falling hard on his arse “Fuck!” He yelled, which earned him a bemused and rather concussed look from Shi “You fucking bastard! I thought you were dead!”
“So did I” Shi replied sheepishly as he pushed himself slowly up into a sitting position, reaching out a hand to gingerly touch the back of his head, before wincing painfully “What happened?”
“You slipped over” Art replied gruffly, turning his tear streaked eyes way from the other boy and folding his arms defensively across his chest.
“I- wow” Shiro sounded more than a little dazed, although given his current situation, Art hardly found it surprising “And you came and rescued me?”
Art mumbled something noncommittal in response.
“Thank you.” Shi whispered. After a few seconds of silence he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Art’s. Art didn’t even need to think before kissing back, ever so gently, don’t wanting to hurt the other boy any more than he might already be.
“Just don’t do it again” He whispered back, running a thumb over Shi’s cheek “If you died, I don’t know what I’d do”
