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via, 24, she/her

taiwanese american, queer, audhd

poet, writer — requests open!

works under #cloverwrites

characters: giyuu tomioka prompt: anxiety note: day 5 of @hurtcember

Tonight, the moon was dim, shielded by leaden clouds and mist. Dusk’s canines latched onto every morsel of moonlight and shredded them into ash and dust, blanketing the forest floor. The fraught wind battered against Giyuu’s windows in tandem with his heartbeat. He sat on a tatami mat, palms propped on his knees as he counted.

One.. two. One.. two. One.. two— Bang!

Teeth sliced through his roof and descended upon him, suspended by a hairsbreadth. The wind clawed at cracks and crevices, losing sync with Giyuu’s heart, which raged on, louder and faster. One chased two. Two chased one. And Giyuu chased his breath. 

He couldn’t breathe. 

Giyuu balled his fists and dug his nails into his palms. His veins protruded. Hot blood pumped beneath the thin barrier of his skin, drumming in his ears like a taunt, threatening to burst.

You’re weak, it hissed. You don’t deserve to be here. 

One, two. 

You’re a pathetic excuse for a pillar. An eyesore of a human. 

One, two. One—

Trying to breathe? Do you have a reason to?

Bang!

Giyuu felt the surface of his skin peel. His nails dug into the ravine of the body he called his own, searching for something to grasp onto. Plunging into his recesses, he inhaled sharply and sunk his teeth in.

One.

He opened his eyes to find moonlight at his knees. Gusts howled ravenously, furious. He unfurled his hand across the shadows, fingers taut, cold flesh flushed with unhealed bruises from a recent mission. 

Silver light settled beneath his pulse like a gentle caress and spilled into him, washing away tatters of the violent storm. Like a beacon, it perched at his precipice and fluttered twice before setting the night aflame.

they say to make a friend out of your enemies, 

a phrase i never cared for,

until you entered my life, 

sauntering in with a cheshire lilt, 

prodding my hand to make a muse out of you.

it’s a waste of time, 

a voluntary sacrifice of ego and soul 

to stoke the flames beneath feet that walked all over me 

and expected gratitude in return.

characters: giyuu & tsutako prompt: the light that flickers note: for day 2 of dreadcember by @monthlywritingchallenges

Giyuu liked to stay up during the summer to watch the darkness blink. He perched on the engawa, a tray of unfinished tea sitting forlorn beside a resting palm. Dark blue eyes flitted between countless glowing embers. A sinuous mist of dusk settled over Giyuu’s garden—a generous title for the charming sparseness—and surmounted the skull of the forest lying beyond the estate walls. 

He gazed at the fluttering heartbeat of nightfall. Each flicker orchestrated a melodious dance across the shadowy backdrop, now muted and yielding. They punctured holes into the night sky, through the moisture laden air. Giyuu silently watched on and yielded, too, to the flickering ensemble.