voluntary chains [drabble, hibari, dino]
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almondinflowervoluntary chains
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Summary: 182 words of meta-introspection. I kid you not, it is the return of the dread meta-as-fic. Also, I know it does not sound like Dino much. THAT IS WHY IT IS WRITTEN IN SECOND PERSON POV.
Notes: Dear Liz, this is my failed attempt to write a fic with Dino and Hibari. *tosses you the baton* Your turn; please do a better job than me! I shall have a go again later, with a more humble attitude and a determination to Figure Out Dino if it Kills Me.
Years pass, then; and school vests and prefect badges give way to finely tailored black suits, one veneer of civilisation for another. You'd call it camouflage, except that he has never treated it as such; indeed he barely understands what it means to hide, let alone pretend. You've wondered too, whether it might not be self-imposed discipline after all; an intentional caging, a voluntary embrace of societal restrictions. Yet he defies that too, making conformity into idiosyncracy; rules look like rebellion; committees the ultimate autonomy.
In the end he is constrained by nothing but his own desires.
You've bound him before, with chain-links fragile as spun silk; baiting and blandishment and cunning straightforwardness. Ineffectual spells, if you are honest. When the cards fall, when all is said and done, the ties that bind you separately to the sky are stronger, deeper, than the ones holding you to each other.
All he would have to do to break free of you is breathe. Exhale; snap your threads easily as a cat clawing through cobweb.
And yet--
--for now, he stays. And you neither know why he accepts you, nor why you are grateful.
wordcount
Summary: 182 words of meta-introspection. I kid you not, it is the return of the dread meta-as-fic. Also, I know it does not sound like Dino much. THAT IS WHY IT IS WRITTEN IN SECOND PERSON POV.
Notes: Dear Liz, this is my failed attempt to write a fic with Dino and Hibari. *tosses you the baton* Your turn; please do a better job than me! I shall have a go again later, with a more humble attitude and a determination to Figure Out Dino if it Kills Me.
Years pass, then; and school vests and prefect badges give way to finely tailored black suits, one veneer of civilisation for another. You'd call it camouflage, except that he has never treated it as such; indeed he barely understands what it means to hide, let alone pretend. You've wondered too, whether it might not be self-imposed discipline after all; an intentional caging, a voluntary embrace of societal restrictions. Yet he defies that too, making conformity into idiosyncracy; rules look like rebellion; committees the ultimate autonomy.
In the end he is constrained by nothing but his own desires.
You've bound him before, with chain-links fragile as spun silk; baiting and blandishment and cunning straightforwardness. Ineffectual spells, if you are honest. When the cards fall, when all is said and done, the ties that bind you separately to the sky are stronger, deeper, than the ones holding you to each other.
All he would have to do to break free of you is breathe. Exhale; snap your threads easily as a cat clawing through cobweb.
And yet--
--for now, he stays. And you neither know why he accepts you, nor why you are grateful.
