beauty is terror

Kids can be cruel, he never had any doubts about that. 

He was eight when he heard the word “whore,” one of the older kids (a fourteen year old with an ugly sneer) who told him that was exactly what his mother was. Ari had trembled viciously, from anger and from being upset - 

“Don’t talk about my mother like that! She’s not a bad person!” He’d cry in response. 

“Why defend her? She doesn’t even love you.” The older boy would laugh. “Your own mother doesn’t want you, why do you think anyone else would?” 

The words would send him crying home to his grandmother that day - while furious, prioritized comforting her grandson - stroking his hair while he wept in her arms.

“Do you love me?” He’d ask her, and she would respond with “of course”.

“Would you love me even if I was weird?” He’d follow up with. His foreign origins were apparent to anyone who looked at him - with his fair skin, blue eyes and wispy, dark blonde hair. The kids at school easily singled him out from the crowd, the son of the Frenchman who left as quickly as he came - a mother who had sex with a man before they were even married. 

“I would love you no matter what.” His grandmother would repeat firmly, and she would be the only one he’d ever believe, even to this day. 

Don’t tell him you love him, he’ll only accept that if you want to hurt him - break him, that is the type of love he knows. Words of affection will be taken with a grain of salt, for who would love a man like him? He’s older now, and wiser - and he understands, as told with time, that somebody like him can never be loved. And he is fine with that, for if he cannot be loved - he can accept being hated. It’s better than nothing, isn’t it?

Rules: bold what you prefer and tag some people.

1. go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. halloween town 14. go hiking vs. sleep in 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

tagged by: @firedesired

Ah, an offer too good to be true - and from his precious Kage-kun himself! 10k yen would make quite the dent in his bank account - but 10k for pictures (HQ quality!) of Kage’s eyes? Such was priceless. 10k yen was too low! The beauty of his eyes was sufficient enough to make the world bow at his feet, and Ari would make the world bow for him if he could. But alas, 10k yen would have to do for now.

Fingers are quick in typing back a response, deviating from his standard response time ( which typically had quite the wait time for a response ) ( but this was urgent! ) 

“Do you accept etransfers?” 

He’s positively beaming! How he’s glad someone can appreciate his treasures as much as he does - his time, his money, and the entirety of his heart has been poured into his collection! For someone to recognize the relics for their beauty brings him absolute joy! A low chuckle sounds in his throat, rounding his desk to walk and join his unit mate by his side - humming lightly as he turns his attention to the preserved heart sitting in its jar.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re enjoying it Eiji-kun. We should credit the owner for being in such great shape, yes? Such a healthy heart! We’ll have to speak to him ourselves - “ 

His grin widens, only maniacal in the way the low light of his office illuminates his face. 

“I’m only kidding! The original owner has long passed. Worry not, it was a perfectly legal acquirement - and it wasn’t through the means of any of my own clients, God forbid. I’m afraid I can’t disclose any further details, but if you are looking for a specific organ - do let me know, and I’d be glad to place a request for you.”

“Ah.... The thought saddens me terribly... but it is inevitable. Don’t worry, you can be certain that your eyes will be treated with the utmost care. I’ll be sure to preserve them just right, for it would be a shame to let them be scorned with the rest of you. Thankfully your time is not now. I can enjoy your gaze on me still.... I much prefer it that way.” 

“Mm?” His gaze lifts, having been fixated in nowhere in particular - hazy and distant, as if focused elsewhere - lost and adrift in the complexity of his thoughts. The corner of his lips lift into a genuine smile at the abrupt and rather aggressive address, a small light chortle sounding from the man who previously seemed so downcast. 

“Ah! Miss Gloria! I feel awfully embarrassed to have you scorn me like this... I shouldn’t make a lady shout, forgive me.” He bows his head, taking the doll’s hand into his own and giving a light squeeze. “Will you be as so kind to bring me with you? How awfully considerate you are. I owe you my thanks, Bo as well. It’s a lovely day for a stroll.”