Blanco Y Yo

Something White for White Day, for lisan  even though it isn't properly fluffy. (I took out the kitten, after a little contemplation.) CLAMP-y, to a tune as old as the hills.

by ~billy

 

The color of heaven was white.

 

Leaves, mists, flowers, trees, even a semblance of white earth. The unassuming sun gleamed gently ivory from random directions. Subaru longed for color, though he knew that pink was impure. No blood stained the cherry trees of heaven.

 

Birds called unseen from mystical branches, a brook somewhere burbled in harmonious counterpoint. A distant choir of angels made the trees vibrate in sympathy. Subaru was silent, missing rock music.

 

Insubstantial  ground was soft beneath his feet, a pretence at mulch. The gentlest of breezes caressed his bare skin, brushed him lightly with ghostly blossoms. Subaru sighed for hard arms and bold hands.

 

Heaven eased him from itself like a linen-covered bed at dawn. He woke to brilliant red and an atonal clamor, clutched by a firm, sharp-nailed grip. Dark eyes gleamed into his, and his beloved’s laugh grated like rocks entwining. Subaru relaxed into the rough embrace of a limbo he could understand.

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