P A T R X C L U S A C E

You’re the only one. Every moment with Mr. Kajiwara leaves him powerless, even in his own museum.  Even when the demon isn’t around, trouble comes lurking after Albert with Aurasa students lurking about the museum. Though most probably aren’t Hifumi’s students, the reminder of that man instils enough fear in him as it is.

So when Hifumi whisks him away to the Mint Garden, there isn’t any chance of him getting a good night’s sleep. Masseuses and models line the street, eye contact a simple temptation when anyone could simply cast a spell and drag you in for services - he wonders if Hifumi’s glasses might be enchanted since he manages to walk down this way with ease. Either that, or this guy’s just too used to coming around here.

SIGHT.

small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colors.

HEARING.

crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and ac units. a phone call to mom / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise canceling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH.

being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur / feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggies. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE.

coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

SMELL.

morning glories and honeysuckles. freshly cut grass. hot chocolate in the middle of winter. nail polish. acetone. hospital rooms. smoke. hair spray. your favorite shampoo / conditioner. the scent of home. perfume. cologne. mint. something burning. wet “dogs”. copper. metal. unemptied ash trays. something familiar yet different.

TAGGED BY: @yoginai said steal it so it’s been teefed

Iitaka is a solace away from responsibility. 

Once on the track to competitive swimming, an unfortunate accident befell Albert’s coach - one that he believed was as a result of his foolishness. Finding his home in Iitaka, he seeks to reign in control of his powers and understand a part of him that’s been locked up for too long.

So a lot of shits been going on, and those of you who were closest to me probably think that me backing out on all of you was stupid. You’re right. It was daft of me to do that.

I was at a damn low point in my life this January. New year, new reasons for wanting to off myself. And yeah, I almost attempted - those of you who’ve known me for a while realise that this isn’t the first time.

Basically this post is my explanation and apology for lashing out and leaving you guys. I’m not better, and it was wrong of me to assume that everything was fine until I snapped. I’m not asking for forgiveness or anything but if you don’t want to deal with my drama it’s okay to block and unfollow me. That’s all.

“b i t c h.”

“Hey…………………………………. Hey Al…………………………..”

         ❛ no thank you, ❜ was his immediate response, a knee-jerk reaction. he didn’t want the other going and making any mistake about it — they were not friends. besides…nezumi didn’t much like strawberries.

         nezumi observed him for a little while longer before speaking. ❛ so, is everyone from sweden this cheerful ? or does swimming just release that many endorphins ? ❜

     “Maybe. Maybe,” he mumbles, his mouth half stuffed with cake. “You shoulf come schwim with ush-- or”- he swallows -“at least go by yourself some time.” Even if he didn’t really know him, there was a lot of doubt that Nezumi would actually listen to him.

         ❛ if you can’t tell a strawberry from a cherry, you may have bigger problems than a food allergy. ❜ so much for kindness. nezumi may be cold and calculating, but a straight-up serial killer he is not. why is it that the one time he does something unselfish, he has to explain himself?

         whether albert likes it or not, nezumi slides gracefully into the seat across from him and props his chin up in his hand. ❛ aren’t you going to try it, blondie ? ❜

   Rather than protesting that there’s such a thing as safety... and that both cakes would be pink, he’s still grateful. He nods with another quieter thanks under his breath and proceeds to dig in.

   Does food taste better when it comes from a friend? 

         ❛ glad you asked, mister ! ❜ nezumi coos, making a sweeping salute with two fingers. ❛ it’s a special cake — two parts vanilla and one part strawberry, made with an extra dash of love. ❜

         he throws a fork at albert’s head. ❛ it’s store-bought, idiot. if i really wanted to kill you, i wouldn’t go to all that effort. ❜    continued    /    @patrxclusace

   He raises a hand to catch it, bouncing it twice before actually catching it. He probably deserved that for doubting him - he was actually being nice for once!

   “U-Uh I’m sorry I guess- But you shouldn’t be throwing these things if you wanted to be nice. I’m allergic to cherries, that’s why I asked.” He pouts but manages eye contact with the other, raising the cake to eye level.

   “Thanks! But um…”

   He stares at it… knowing who this is coming from.

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