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FINALLY home from work and settling in with my eren and armin plushies to watch the new episode literally so excited aaah. <3 i’m going to try to drag myself out of my grave and be active in the fandom again, just a heads up--that means, yes, updating The Lost and the Caged and Paint Me an Ocean, as I stubbornly refuse to acknowledge either of those projects as abandoned.

sorry for disappearing off the face of the planet. u^u

[niaowrites]

That Which Shines

Fandom: Durarara!! Characters/Ships: Gen or Shinzaya, your choice; Izaya, Shinra, others       Rating: T   Length: drabble; 385

Summary:

Izaya Orihara shone like silver. It was Sfinra’s job to polish him.

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(A/N) Saw this (super old) list of prompts a while back and starting writing Shinzaya drabbles for them. Finally starting to post them. This one is “Shines Like Silver.” <3

Izaya was like a stunning piece of silver with just a few spots of tarnish. He shone brightly enough to attract the attention of everyone around him, and when viewed from a distance his splendor seemed without flaw. Shifty, perhaps, and not quite as grand as gold, but spotless.

He started to lose people when they got close enough to glimpse the dents and tarnish that Izaya himself wasn't quite ashamed of.

The ugly bruises covering the information broker's body were like that tarnish—laid bare for Shinra, who clicked his tongue in a chastising way.

"How'd this happen?"

Izaya sighed, looking with some indifference at his own injuries. "A deal went south."

As if Shinra couldn't tell that much. The bruises weren't serious, but they had to be painful... yet Izaya wasn't flinching, let alone complaining, and he didn't when Shinra reached over to touch his side.

"Be careful. You know I'm ticklish."

"You can let the charade drop, Izaya-kun."

Shinra's voice was gentle but firm, and Izaya paused; made a thoughtful sound.

"Pray tell, what charade, my good doctor?"

He was still shining—trying to maintain that image despite the dents and tarnish and bruises. Shinra smiled, and soothingly.

"I already know that you're hurting. It's my job to fix you up, after all."

Izaya gave him a wide grin that melted rapidly from confident to miserable. "I feel like I'm going to simply die at any moment," he relented with a groan, letting his eyes close.

"Thought so..." Shinra murmured, and set to massaging ointment into the information broker's side. Izaya hissed and grit his teeth, the last of his pretenses crumbling away.

The full extent of the tarnish laid bare to him, Shinra cracked his knuckles.

That’s right... he thought fondly. It’s my job to polish away the scrapes and bruises; to keep you shining. People tend to worship that which shines, after all; things like heavenly bodies, precious metals... and people like you. It would be a pity to disappoint your devoted.

... As for me, though... I prefer seeing you with a few dents and tarnish spots. The Izaya I know isn’t a flawless, immortal idol... and I wouldn't change that if I ever could.