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wk_100 Yuletide drabble exchange. Her request was "Aya/Omi - hidden feelings".
Hinoki
Aya always smells of Japanese cypress and lavender; a marriage of crisp, almost astringent masculinity and sweetly-fading gentleness. Even his sheets smell like that at the beginning of the evening.
Omi remembers vividly the first time he entered this bedroom and became conscious of the fragrance as something quintessentially Aya. He now knows that Aya buys the bars of pale-yellow handmade soap from a small family business outside Kyoto, just as his mother had.
Omi often comes to this room nowadays, but never tells Aya the scent of hinoki always reminds him of rejection. Perhaps that's another of his mistakes.
Hidden
It's concealed by the brusque demand for an injury report at the mission's end.
It's explained as the requirement to improve their cover's workskills when the books on Aya's favorite ikebana style arrive.
It's disguised as trust when Aya tells Omi about his sister; her favorite subjects at school, the J-pop bands she liked, the way she'd talk circles around him. How her silence slowly kills him.
It's almost revealed in words not quite spoken in the heat of pleasure. Those ones that start "Ai sh...".
Assassins, from necessity, are observant people. Just because it's hidden, doesn't mean it's undiscovered.
nemkess for the wk_100 Yuletide drabble exchange. Her request was "Aya/Omi - hidden feelings". Hinoki
Aya always smells of Japanese cypress and lavender; a marriage of crisp, almost astringent masculinity and sweetly-fading gentleness. Even his sheets smell like that at the beginning of the evening.
Omi remembers vividly the first time he entered this bedroom and became conscious of the fragrance as something quintessentially Aya. He now knows that Aya buys the bars of pale-yellow handmade soap from a small family business outside Kyoto, just as his mother had.
Omi often comes to this room nowadays, but never tells Aya the scent of hinoki always reminds him of rejection. Perhaps that's another of his mistakes.
Hidden
It's concealed by the brusque demand for an injury report at the mission's end.
It's explained as the requirement to improve their cover's workskills when the books on Aya's favorite ikebana style arrive.
It's disguised as trust when Aya tells Omi about his sister; her favorite subjects at school, the J-pop bands she liked, the way she'd talk circles around him. How her silence slowly kills him.
It's almost revealed in words not quite spoken in the heat of pleasure. Those ones that start "Ai sh...".
Assassins, from necessity, are observant people. Just because it's hidden, doesn't mean it's undiscovered.