wts is this: - eyeing a spread featuring a model posing along a red couch just a shade lighter than her lips. The colour goes well with her dress and her brown curls which shine almost golden under the set lights. - He smiles, the layers of foundation that are the secret to Bem's perfect youkai skin stretching at the corners. He knows the feeling - "Because you're a man and I'm a woman." - Kame has Fuku's tooth-less grin his hands. Just one of the hundreds of photographs he's already taken. Kame knows he's going a bit too camera-crazy, but Fuku's adorableness is like an addiction. He wonders if this is how his fans feel. - He swings the camera and captures startled, inky eyes and a peach-ish 'o' of surprise. He laughs and saves the picture right away because there's something about Anne that's just as addicting. - her loose hair frozen in a dismissive swish. -His relief when Anne turns to face him is as strong as the gust of wind shaking the treebranches outside the window, shedding his worries like crumpled leaves. - He fiddles with his camera and scratches at its metallic surface, childishly punishing it for dumping him in this situation. For bringing in questions and doubts in a friendship -it is a friendship, isn't it?- that was as easy as tying Fuku's shoes. - Anne releases a giggle that rings like a song. - "Ah, okay," he says, risking a laugh and trying to shoo away the thought that he wouldn't be entirely opposed to that. - You didn't say anything when I took pictures of you before..." and I've taken a lot. - She has taken to wearing flats for the duration of the drama period and he knows its a courtesy to his pride; he's thankful for it in moments like these. - He could count her eyelashes, thick and black even without a touch of mascara, if he was daring enough. "Anne-chan," he repeats. "I look like a youkai without makeup, but you're always beautiful." - In his mind, he can picture the KAT-TUN members puking up their lunch, but he could care less because Anne is laughing. Which means she's smiling. Which means that the pink spreading along her cheeks is real and he didn't completely destroy everything by overstepping his boundaries. - half-truths jumbling together with whole truths, too difficult to untangle. Too embarrassing to risk untangling. - she retorts with a curl of vermilion lips that borders on a smirk. - He finds it odd himself but he's done with packing himself into cardboard boxes labeled man and woman. He likes it better -likes himself better- when he can stretch out his limbs with ease. He's only good at pretending when he's on stage. - More specifically, Anne's lips. That's an important thing to note. It could have been her fist and that would not have half as pleasant. - There should be a feeling to this but he's almost numb from his mind screaming at him to do a dozen different things that don't make sense (or no, they make perfect sense but not at this stage of their relationship. slow down, Kamenashi, slow down) - After snapping pictures after pictures and storing them away like an obsessive stalker, this is the moment he wants to remember. - Kame can relate. He's having trouble separating fantasy from reality at the moment, too. - It's all hazy yet fast and sort of spectacular. - "So," he says to the room, his calm voice incongruent to the speed of his pulse. He turns and sees his reflection through the dresser's mirror. Eyes alert and mouth painted red from second-hand lipstick. - Folding the napkin into a delicate square, he stores Anne's kiss safely in his pocket. - His lips tingle distractingly during the entire day's filming and Bem is forced to hold back twitching smiles that flicker alive at the sight of red.
srsly. i can't handle all this awesome.
PS, is the part about anne and baseball and being a tomboy true? O.o awesome.
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Date: 2012-01-14 12:35 pm (UTC)wts is this:
- eyeing a spread featuring a model posing along a red couch just a shade lighter than her lips. The colour goes well with her dress and her brown curls which shine almost golden under the set lights.
- He smiles, the layers of foundation that are the secret to Bem's perfect youkai skin stretching at the corners. He knows the feeling
- "Because you're a man and I'm a woman."
- Kame has Fuku's tooth-less grin his hands. Just one of the hundreds of photographs he's already taken. Kame knows he's going a bit too camera-crazy, but Fuku's adorableness is like an addiction. He wonders if this is how his fans feel.
- He swings the camera and captures startled, inky eyes and a peach-ish 'o' of surprise. He laughs and saves the picture right away because there's something about Anne that's just as addicting.
- her loose hair frozen in a dismissive swish.
-His relief when Anne turns to face him is as strong as the gust of wind shaking the treebranches outside the window, shedding his worries like crumpled leaves.
- He fiddles with his camera and scratches at its metallic surface, childishly punishing it for dumping him in this situation. For bringing in questions and doubts in a friendship -it is a friendship, isn't it?- that was as easy as tying Fuku's shoes.
- Anne releases a giggle that rings like a song.
- "Ah, okay," he says, risking a laugh and trying to shoo away the thought that he wouldn't be entirely opposed to that.
- You didn't say anything when I took pictures of you before..." and I've taken a lot.
- She has taken to wearing flats for the duration of the drama period and he knows its a courtesy to his pride; he's thankful for it in moments like these.
- He could count her eyelashes, thick and black even without a touch of mascara, if he was daring enough. "Anne-chan," he repeats. "I look like a youkai without makeup, but you're always beautiful."
- In his mind, he can picture the KAT-TUN members puking up their lunch, but he could care less because Anne is laughing. Which means she's smiling. Which means that the pink spreading along her cheeks is real and he didn't completely destroy everything by overstepping his boundaries.
- half-truths jumbling together with whole truths, too difficult to untangle. Too embarrassing to risk untangling.
- she retorts with a curl of vermilion lips that borders on a smirk.
- He finds it odd himself but he's done with packing himself into cardboard boxes labeled man and woman. He likes it better -likes himself better- when he can stretch out his limbs with ease. He's only good at pretending when he's on stage.
- More specifically, Anne's lips. That's an important thing to note. It could have been her fist and that would not have half as pleasant.
- There should be a feeling to this but he's almost numb from his mind screaming at him to do a dozen different things that don't make sense (or no, they make perfect sense but not at this stage of their relationship. slow down, Kamenashi, slow down)
- After snapping pictures after pictures and storing them away like an obsessive stalker, this is the moment he wants to remember.
- Kame can relate. He's having trouble separating fantasy from reality at the moment, too.
- It's all hazy yet fast and sort of spectacular.
- "So," he says to the room, his calm voice incongruent to the speed of his pulse. He turns and sees his reflection through the dresser's mirror. Eyes alert and mouth painted red from second-hand lipstick.
- Folding the napkin into a delicate square, he stores Anne's kiss safely in his pocket.
- His lips tingle distractingly during the entire day's filming and Bem is forced to hold back twitching smiles that flicker alive at the sight of red.
srsly. i can't handle all this awesome.
PS, is the part about anne and baseball and being a tomboy true? O.o awesome.