MILK / HONEY

        ❛                HUH?!  whadd’ya  mean  you  don’t  hide  money  in  there?  what  else  are  they  for?  ❜    

@hikyori <3′d

     ‘ … ‘

he’s happy he managed to coax a smile to her lips, but the loaded answer which comes as a response to his question ensures a heaviness damned to weigh down his chest; and yet, even if it is merely a phantom, a smile remains on his own so long as one remained on hers.

gaze, parting from objects mostly obscured by darkness anyways, returns to the seated girl, just as her own query reaches his ears.

‘ more importantly. ‘ the deity finds himself resenting – no; perhaps the repulse is more tinged in self-condemnation rather than a more general aversion – the precursor to the question. he was a god  (  a god of FORTUNE , no less  )  , she, but a human  (  half-phantom, he supposed  )  . one who had paid him – believed in him – to bring said fortune. how was his well-being possibly more important than hers?

      ‘  well, it’s the usual. ‘  he does admit.                       ‘ … but it’s nothing that i can’t bounce back from.  ‘

spoken with a sardonic lift, the statement bears with it some genuine pomposity, though in actuality it served as a slightly more dressed avoidance.

     ‘  don’t worry about me,  ‘  it probably comes off more harsh than he intended, but he meant at least half of the harshness relayed.  ‘  worry more about yourself.  ‘

stepping forward, it’s the first action he’s taken to close the distance between himself and the half-phantom. in the slightly more illuminated moment as a cloud passes and allows the moon its pale glow, the deity catches his first clear vision of the girl’s slight silhouette.

     ‘  hey, are you feeling okay? you look pale.  ‘

he notes, not so much as a breath separating each statement, as the deity leans forward with his weight on one hand and the girl’s plush mattress. with his free one, he rests it gingerly under brown bangs, and onto her forehead.

     ‘  you don’t have a fever, do you?  ‘

the dodge in question only leaves an impression on her, growing harsher as time seems to add to the movement of silence. it’s not a good feeling, far less more considering the state of her beloved god. yato was always one for shifting attention away when matters were so heavily dependent on him doing the opposite, at least in this case, she found displeasure in the act of downplaying one’s own needs. she disagreed, for a lack of a better word. there was nothing in the world  ( as bonafide as he was )  made up of reason enough to face alone. not without her, or anyone else beside his side. 

ㅤㅤ‘ of course i’ll worry about you more than myself, ‘  she’s direct, pointed. her happiness stemmed from his own. that was fact. 

ㅤㅤ‘ i - i’m fine. ‘  the creases are evident in her usual lilt, but more so since the half-phantom had failed to keep herself in check. her response comes purely automatic at this point in time.  but then, since she cannot trust her god of fortune to take her word for it, she decides to add :  ‘ nothing a little medicine can’t fix. ‘ 

hiyori takes a deep breath, taking in the coolness of his skin onto her forehead. somehow, she can feel the remedying effects of his touch, if that was possible. but he was a god, so for her to question if her god of fortune had healing properties within his palms wasn’t so outlandish in theory.

her gaze lifts to meet his azure ones, holding them for a moment before she’s overcome with a sudden onslaught of fatigue. lids gently close on their own accord. another intake of oxygen. 

Cyan is transient against an unrelenting dark, alternating wide to undetectable, they were solemnly intent on the half-phantom situated across the room. From his perch just outside a window, he wordlessly beckons for some sort of acknowledgement: permission to pass over the threshold into humanity.

What is so eagerly awaited eventually comes murmured, almost weak, but this doesn’t do much by means of dampening the deity’s elation, and wholly consumed by said sentiment, the leap over the windowsill that lands him on her bedroom floor is a fluid, practiced motion, knees bending to a squat as they accommodate for the landing. He stands up easily, although slight nuances in countenance and hesitance in his step would betray his conscience. He approaches slowly, and halts abruptly a few paces from the girl  ( a true testament to how much time must have past ) for fear of … something.

        ❛    Yep,                   it’s me !    ❜

The lift in his voice was feigned through a breathy whisper, a toothy smile and an animated wink placed strategically to compliment the response. 

        ❛    … How’re you  …  ?    ❜

Slackening from his prior position deftly, Yato slips his hands into his pockets  ( in an effort to constrain them, to keep them from wandering about her possessions )  as eyes and body aimlessly traverse the shadow-bathed room. He speaks to reflections of her rather than shifting to face the physique, his own voice maintaining the pattern of hush henceforth established.

the scent of bubblegum cloys maddeningly in the air, as the sight of depleted half-phantom perched in a flurry of soft blankets looks out of place in a room once used to house nothing but sweet adolescence. her expression, painfully so, beckons the question: why? what is it that steals the sunshine from your grasp?

only a glimmer of what hiyori used to be in the past, before the reality of her situation kicking in full gear, lies defeated in the straight line that has become her mouth. the cheery deposition of her god, now that’s something she wishes she could borrow in moments like this. if only, for a little while, to force her smile to come naturally.

   ‘ i’ve been better . ‘

it seems she doesn’t need it because her smile comes naturally anyway when his wink appears. like a lightbulb. fingers play with leftover pieces of wrapper from gum, and she hopes it’s enough to stifle the rumble of her stomach. she wasn't in high enough spirits to fix herself a meal before bedtime.

   ‘ more importantly … how are you ? ‘