Tsukiraven: Whoa, I can still write sort of! Yeah, babe! But really, it's just a lame piece-drabble-thang.

This is for the MattxNear community on lj; the theme was 'Snow'. Enjoy!

I don't own DN. At all. Must you MOCK me?!

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Snowfall and Cigarettes

Snowflakes were falling, and Matt thought he heard the chimes of a piano, played out among the blowing branches and the drafty winds. Each note rang out so precise, so clear, and left after a sweet echo in his mind that soon faded, ushering in nothing but something akin to smoke in an empty house of mirrors.

Smoke, like the type from the cigarette he was dragging on now.

Notes, sweet musical rain like his company's cool voice, dancing out from behind, to his left, all around and rising on the breeze with the snowflakes.

Matt loved that voice.

But then again, Matt loved every part of Near, now didn't he? (Curly hair falling like spun silver over his lily-white skin, blue eyes, sometimes dark like dusty coloured glass, or light like the cloudless summer sky. Lips like soft pink poison to his common reason.)

"Matt," a perfect song from an approaching dove. "You must be cold."

"No, I'm fine, Near. Thanks," Lies, lies.

"Your lips are practically blue," Near was saying, somehow twirling a lock of cloudy hair around a mitten encased hand.

Matt blinked. Such skills.

"It's the Camel, I'm fine."

"Really? They're putting food colouring in cigarettes now?" Matt bit back a chuckle- the blue-eyed boy's face was too blank for sarcasm, really. "That must be almost as dangerous as the nicotine."

"It is, but you know. It has its perks." Puff, puff, drag, drag. Inhale, exhale, another cloud joins the snow heavy sky.

"Ah? And what are those?" God, how did he twirl his hair with those gloves? Those gray knit gloves, didn't Matt give them to him last Christmas?

"I can't tell you," his voice was almost a little smug, now. It felt good to be before number one, and Near looked almost peeved. Vexed. On his way to being mildly irked, and Matt enjoyed that. He liked these moments, where he could gain and ounce of control over the controlled boy...man. Near was long since a man.

"And why not?"

Puff, exhale, cloud. "It's a smoker thing. You know, a club. 'No girls allowed', that shit."

"Mmm," Good, Near knew. He understands, and Matt's glad because he doesn't want to have to explain to the man that he loves that he's been standing in the snow for hours, fucking hours, thinking of him. Thinking of the whites that Near made, the blues in the snow that matched so beautifully the depths of Near's pretty eyes. Flashes of pink from a lip or a cheek, behind the knee, under the foot- he saw that in the streaks of cloud veiling the setting sun. He was seeing Near in the colours of the snow and the sounds of the twilight.

Gorgeous.

And suddenly the Camel was gone. Matt looked to Near and watched as his cigarette, clamped in a gray-mitten-clad hand, was raised to a pair of perfect lips, inhaled, streams of smoke in and pale cheeks pulling, soft lips puckering around the unworthy cig. As he blew out smoothly he turned to look at Matt, victory evident on his pale features.

"Can you tell me those perks now, Matt?"

Speechless, Matt could only nod.

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Tsukiraven: Haha, I'm fond of this. It's a good exercise for my FAILING writing abilities, and I'm pleased with how it turned out. Or am I? Really, it's late and I'm tired- I don't know my right from my left at the moment.

Drop me a review and tell me what you think I should be thinking! Any mistakes, anything, lemme know.

Peace –workingonthenextchapterofDL,really,Iswear- out!