#something to chew on while I work on a bigger fic tehe

[spurbleu]

patching up Ken Sato…

↓︎❤︎

“You’re so fucking stupid.”

Your anger peeled from the cap of your tongue in rattle-trap breaths, a python coiling around your lungs, fangs in trachea. It festered aimlessly in your belly, sparking at your finger tips as you navigated the dozens of blemishes across Kenji’s face.

Sedentary anxiety. Dulled by the early morning draft in the basement of his house, sleep tugging at your bloated eyes. Cool iron’s impotent attempt to soothe the insecurity in your nursing hands, plum cast across the base of your frown- bitten oblivion.

He knew exactly what this did to you- mortal, daft thing. Familiar with the stutters of your heart as he crumples into the porch dust, aware of the hysteria that appears in the pleats of your finger tips. Enough to drive a someone mad, but never drive them off.

Guilt buried its ugly head in the grooves of his palm, flat against the dip of your hips. Eyes careful, nostalgic, as you swallowed in satisfaction at you foster. You were getting better at this.

“I’m sorry.”

It’s infuriating, how quickly he opens the wiry cage of forgiveness- a bird called mercy fluttering in the apex of your throat. You curled into his chest, humming into the flushed, bruised tendons that built his neck.

Sometimes you’d find yourself confusing the marks you made with the Kaiju’s.

A man, split.

“I love you.”

You were too tired to say it back- but he found it in the bandages that held him together.