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hiraesi​.

❛     don’t  .     ❜

the  sun  sets  high  ,              bathing  everything  in  the  kind  of  bright  ,    blinding  ,    light  capable  of  shutting  all  eyes  if  one  would  dare  to  even  glimpse  higher  than  halfway  into  parts  of  the  sky  .    an  enjoyable  weather  ,    if  time  will  allow  for  it  later  .    close  to  lips  do  they  hold  a  finger  ,      timbre  low  ,    exhausted  .    borders  with  earlier  irate  and  distracted  focus  .    they  had  hopes  to  crawl  away  quickly  enough  to  the  privacy  afforded  by  their  room  before  any  thoughts  could  be  spared  or  looks  given  .    sleeves  are  seared  ,    charred  and  still  carrying  the  unmistakeable  scent  of  fire  and  paper    (    torn  in  one  and  just  left  to  be  put  out  on  it’s  own  on  the  other    )  .    while  smaller  tears  litter  just  about  everywhere  else  on  the  garment  .    propped  against  pole  arm  is  their  body  weight  —  mana  still  has  to  go  back  out  for  other  interests:    but  a  change  of  clothes  at  least  ,    could  be  in  order  .    a  check  of  bruises  or  wounds  .    features  twitch  and  they  frown  just  a  little  deeper  and  eyes  glance  out  nearby  window  .

❛     not  a  single  ,    syllable  .    ❜

the thing is, the scene’s objectively funny. well. perhaps not for mana, he allows. still, the humor’s made him uncharacteristically generous, and so he acquiesces to their request — he’d call it a demand, were mana in any other state than their present one. unfortunately for them and to xiao’s delight, their words lacked its usual bite : the one that promised retribution should their words go unheeded. but xiao’s decided to be generous this time, so he keeps silent.

that is, xiao is silent, but only as a matter of speaking. the arch of his eyebrow directed at them is smug beyond words. look what the cat dragged in, it says, gaze deliberately pinned onto burnt edges of clothing. if a picture could paint a thousand words, xiao’s expression is a lecture on the fine arts. there’s an amused curl of  ‘wow, in broad daylight?’  to his lips, a smugger tilt of  ‘i told you not to go alone’ (or at all)  in the way his head is shifted, and a final wrinkle of  ‘you’d better not be injured’  between brows. he refuses to name it concern. 

mana emphasizes their request into a demand, and xiao looks on with lips metaphorically zipped. he steps into the inn. really, after all that, is there anything left to be said with words?

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𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙰 𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈 - 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.   […] with a skewered heart in the centre.   original character , by lucy.

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KISSA U

:flushed: a kiss from tau? just for me ?

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hajime loves tooru———is in love with tooru, and it took him many years to come to peace with the grueling reality that, if he confessed, got subsequently rejected (can’t forget that), and they went their separate ways (because tooru liked running just a margin more; had a tendency for it that was just a tad more articulated than hajime’s own propensity for chasing after him’d ever be) hajime’d still remain terribly, horribly in love with tooru. 

he’s become something of an adept at keeping his feelings in check (because he knows the choice he made, and the responsibility that came with that choice), but there are times when tooru will look at him—like hajime’s something irreplaceable, like he’s something tooru can’t place—and hajime’ll be left wondering—momentarily (never longer than an instant)—if, maybe, there’s room for him to still hope.

he doesn’t have to fake the smoldering glare he offers in response. “ therapists get paid. you asked me for saisen during new year’s shrine visit. ” translation: my hypothetical rates are above your payroll. @nemurui​​ : here

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‘ trying to decide if i should spend my evening reading a book or browsing social media for two hours in stomach churning guilt while thinking about how i should read a book. ’ taichihaya:j

* twitter meme starters.

"i don't think i've ever seen you this undecided before," taichi comments idly. to his logical mind, the solution seemed simple. 'spare yourself the guilt and read a book,' he might say — if the scenario were being applied toward himself. but for chihaya, taichi knows with a certainty that nothing so trivial as logic could move her.

"how about this: let's do neither, and play a match of karuta? you'll be practicing your memorization skills, so it's not like you're doing something unproductive." why he's arguing his case when victory should already be in his hands, taichi has no idea. "then, if i win, you read the book. if you win, you can browse social media as a reward — that way, it'll be guilt-free, since you've earned it."

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@curseburden,  the long and short of it   ─── “here is a place for it to happen. a place where i can love you.”

tooru can’t help but wonder if this is more than he deserves. a second chance is more than what he’d even hoped for, let alone expected. when their separate graduations led to split futures led to a farewell at the airport, he’d been resigned to it being final. that they’d reconciled at all felt like a dream, sometimes, and he counts himself lucky enough for it. 

but aylen, as ever, continued to defy expectations. 

“i still can’t believe you actually came here,” tooru starts with an incredulous shake of his head, reaching for her with both hands to envelop her in an embrace. she may have been here a few days, but that doesn’t stop tooru from wanting to make sure she was real. the rest of former seijou had gone back, after all, so it was far stranger that she’d stayed.

“i hope so,” he tilts his head to a side, and smiles brilliantly. “i’d like it to be.”

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heartslight​.

sora was… affectionate! which doesn’t sound like a surprise when you consider the warmth that radiates from him ( sunshine incarnate / a bleeding heart that continues to give beyond its limits / etc ) but it was in fact, a surprising thing to note! because sora is never outright affectionate unless it’s with certain individuals —— so actually, maybe it’s really not all that surprising that he’s being affectionate because he’s with riku. hand reaches over to find its home within riku’s as he moves to stand just a smidge closer than normal and the smile he sends his way —— sora has never smiled a smile quite like this one. ❛  are you okay? i don’t usually kick your butt that badly. were you too busy staring at my pretty eyes to focus on the game?  ❜

riku has a complicated relationship with affection. whenever he’d showed it to someone, they’d been taken away from him, and he’d be left chasing, grasping after what was once there. unavoidably, unconsciously, he’d developed an almost pavlovian response to it. as if he feared he would be swept away somehow, again, by the depth of sora’s affection for him. he fights the instinctive urge to shove his best friend away, curling his fingers in a conscious decision to hold onto him. “ha! you don’t usually kick my butt very much at all,” riku tries for joking, despite the flushing of his cheeks at the proceeding presumption. he ends up flustered anyway. “th-,” he makes an aborted, choked off noise, and instead of admitting the truth, riku settles for something adjacent. “as if i’d let your eyes distract me... i had a lot on my mind, s’all.” not that he’ll say what it is.

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lifesmold​.

❛  apologies for disturbing you.  ❜ and though the sentiment behind the apology was a genuine one, it wasn’t enough to stop him from continuing farther onto the inn’s outside. ❛  it’s a lovely sight, the scenery of liyue —— one far too beautiful to enjoy alone. i hope you don’t mind the company.  ❜

the notion that company will, somehow, enhance the pleasure of scenery viewing, is one foreign to xiao. normally, he would chalk it up to one of the many things comprising human behavior that he does not understand, but — there was something not quite human about this one. it was curious. xiao scoffs. “there is no point to an apology if you then proceed to do what you are apologizing for.” he pauses, back still turned to albedo. there is an edge of danger to his voice when next he speaks. “there are plenty of places in liyue to appreciate the scenery from. what brings you here?”

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“ they will track you down, wipe you out, and take whatever’s left of me. “ umm haha ignis @ noct i think

   ever since the head-splitting headaches, it seemed near impossible to tell apart dream from reality. not just for himself; kneeling beside ignis' bed, noctis can't tell if ignis is asleep by the sound of his breathing. his eyes are closed and his lips are soundless in their movements, until they aren't. and ignis sounds the closest thing to afraid noctis has heard. it makes him scramble to sit on the bed, to make sure his weight is felt.

   more than anything, noctis wants to have the words. he wants to tell him a story that has no ending, that involves no rings and scars.

   his first mistake is believing ignis refers to the empire.  "  i'll be fine, ignis,  "  he murmurs, slowly resting his forehead on ignis' chest. a brief exhale, heavy.  "   you have to believe me when i say you don't have to worry about anything that isn't yourself right now. you know i can put up a decent fight. you trained me, remember ?  "  he recognizes his second mistake as soon as he lifts his head to look at ignis, catching the pained effort it takes him to try and look down at him.  "  i⸺ i won't let them do anything to you. i promise.  "

the third mistake: not recognizing whatever is left of ignis is also what makes up noctis' entirety.

transistor sentences.  ♡  * accepting !

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MARI WRITING RIKU 

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@tomoge​ / x.

@nemurui​​ said: "you’re a much better liar than i expected you to be." min + kaien

   he likes to think he and min have a good relationship. business relationship. personal relationship. an all-around functional, mutually-beneficial relationship. so, since it’s a relatively quiet day today ( wednesdays generally are, in the early afternoons at least ) and since he’s the only one manning the cafe, inviting min over for a pleasant, nsfc discussion over a warm cup of something smooth and sweet ( on the house ) during his break seemed an easy choice.

   “  you saying i look trustworthy?  ”  his gaze flits to the seat at the counter baekmin’s chosen to occupy. 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵? he dusts the flour off his apron, but not before taking the opportunity to flick some of it at his customer. it doesn’t land in min’s drink, but it comes dangerously close.

   the barista giveth, and the barista taketh away. or something along those lines.

   “  acting like you don’t know what you’re doing– or like you know a lot more than your client does; 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝖻. doesn’t matter if it’s the truth.  ”  and the job had been a part of his life long before any of this was eventually introduced to it.  “  only really matters if you fail. right?  ”  he doesn’t think he needs to go into the detailed implications of it.

   the oven sounds off from behind them, calling for a temporary halt to their conversation and kaien lets out a little breath, eyes trailing back to the stairs sei had hurriedly disappeared up just minutes ago. if nothing else, it serves as another reminder: the reason for his move, for the secrets, and the numerous little white lies. his lips press together– for a moment, recollecting a forgotten bitterness– before he disperses it with an abrupt clap.

   “  now. 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍?  ”

his arms curl protectively around his drink at the oncoming threat, a halfhearted glare directed at kaien for it. he might’ve deserved the flour, but his drink is innocent in this. and if nothing else, baekmin takes his drinks seriously. he draws it closer toward himself, still shielded from any further attacks as he sips at it. 

“mmn,” min hums in vague dissent, “i know better than to trust someone based on their looks. i mean, have you met me?” 

there’s a pleasant smile on his face as he looks up at kaien, batting his lashes sweetly for the full effect. well, not that he expected it to work. it’s usually a one chance only move, and they’re too far along in their acquaintance for kaien to be fooled in any capacity. it’s just that he knows the effect he can have, and a free demonstration in repayment for the free coffee? it’s a worthy enough trade. min thinks it might even be in his favor, not that he’ll say it aloud.

he does laugh at the blunt descriptor, finding himself in agreement with the honesty. “just part of the job, huh.” he leans in even more, chin propped up on elbows, and asks, “right. but — are you ever off the clock?”

on cue, the oven dings.

min resigns himself to an unanswered question — unless kaien deigns to reply at a later point — and loosens his protective shield around his drink. “the macarons.” min pauses to take another sip, then makes a questioning sound around his rim of the cup, “wait, that you made? i didn’t know you baked.” he tilts his head with a grin, a genuine one this time, and says with cheek: “you really are husband material, aren’t you? your drinks are really good too — you’re going to spoil me rotten if you keep giving them to me for free. i’m letting you know now — i can get clingy.”

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genuine lovepost for you (the person reading this)

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seintels​.

‘ you’ve got a good friend there,  y’know. ‘

riku knows, instantly, who cloud is talking about — and definitely, surely not because he only has one friend. despite that, he offers up a wry laugh and a cheeky grin. “who, mickey? i think he’s more of a parent figure than anything, actually.”

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@tomoge,  the long and short of it   ─── “sure, we invent each other. we agreed to that a long time ago.” ───   *iwaoi :meow_weh:

“that was before...” tooru swallows nervously, hands wringing together as he tries to futilely gesture something. it doesn’t come across as anything, because he doesn’t know what he’s trying to convey himself. he swallows his anxiety and fear and tries again. “that was before i left. i wasn’t sure if...” if leaving changed anything. if the distance between us increased with the physical separation. “you might feel differently now, y’know? new country and all,” he ends with a halfhearted laugh. 

but after some consideration of hajime’s words, he allows himself relief, allows hope in.  “does that mean we’re giving this a shot? iwa-chan, it’s going to be rough, though — a long distance relationship. are you sure you’re ready for it~?” he says it teasingly, but he’s nervous all the same. 

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❛ you make me sound so unromantic . ❜ akeshu. thankyou<3

* mamma mia !

'i make you sound unromantic?' goro mouths to himself in disbelief. he's drawn vividly back into the memory of this: akira running into the restaurant they'd agreed on with disheveled hair, apologising profusely to the waiters for having more crashed into the door than gone through it after it was opened — and up till that part, it was fine, disheveled looks fine on akira, despite what goro will say aloud, and he hadn't been terribly hurt by the crash, but — "you forgot your wallet on our first date," he points out, "after you said it was your treat."

and goro, were he a poorer man, would take offense at that. but he's strangely pulled in by this enigma of a person, and he offers to pay with only an amused quirk of the lips. what the story painted like to outsiders, goro couldn't be the judge of.

"i'm pretty sure you did the unromantic part all on your own," he points out with the air of someone rolling their eyes. just the air, though. "fortunately, you're so uniquely unromantic that it's charming."

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“ we can do the things we said we would. “ *touches pool forlornly* minwon...

from this position, baekmin's head resting on siwon's chest as they lay down, they can't quite see each other's faces well. siwon wants it that way; he knows min will pick up on his heartbeat if he listens closely enough. he always does, and it makes siwon feel small, as many things do. the world, for one, and all the things that don't belong to him but should, like his time. it's why baekmin's proposition makes him second-guess himself: maybe not everything in life had been decided without him asking for it. here is baekmin, giving him the benefit of choice⸺ though it's not much of a choice in the end, given he would never deny his company.

maybe siwon owns more than he realizes. maybe the hand he uses to caress baekmin's hair is holding more than his head⸺ is holding the piece of trust baekmin broke off from himself and offered. siwon tries to peek at him, curiously. " all of them ? in this lifetime ? "

he finally cracks a smile. in truth, it's the prospect of baekmin remembering those little desires of his that makes his heart swell. and for that, he teasingly tugs on baekmin's hair, gently. " you must be hopelessly in love with me if you want to spend even more time together like that. "

siwon would know; he's speaking from experience there.