by Rana Eros
For Brigdh, for betaing a Remix for me. Her request was for Tsuzuki/Hisoka and morning rain. Given the thumbs-up by Eliza. Title and summary taken from the Octavio Paz poem, "Madrigal," reproduced after the drabble.
Hisoka wakes up to the soft grey light that means it's raining in Meifu. Tsuzuki still sleeps beside him, dreaming alternately of pie and old blood. Hisoka's careful not to disturb him, slipping out of the bed, into clothes and shoes, out into the rain.
The pervasive scent of sakura is muffled in this rare weather, which is why Hisoka likes to be out in it. Tsuzuki will fuss when he comes home wet, pull him back under the covers and wrap long limbs around him to warm him up.
He lingers, giving Tsuzuki the excuse to pull him closer.
Than this water dropping
Through the vine's twined fingers
My thought stretches like a bridge
From yourself to yourself
Look at you
Truer than the body you inhabit
Fixed at the center of my mind
You were born to live on an island
Octavio Paz, trans. Eliot Weinberger
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