#altarfates

“ I’ll take care of it.” He said, finally, leaning so their knees brushed together, the side of his head resting against Kenta’s shoulder. Yuki’s voice might not give much away but part of him almost wished he had been here when the fire started, pouring the gasoline on those creaky floorboards and relishing the way it seared against his senses. “ You don’t have to do this alone.”

@altarfates / unprompted ( always accepting )

    too late. sent the text too late. 

   he's not there, not really there — wide, fiery hues appearing to dance themselves with the reflection of the roaring flames that greedily lick at the dark sky, all while engulfing the small dwelling. no one had been inside, an old, abandoned home with a rotting ceiling that had already started to collapse in. not that it mattered to him. occupied or not, when the urge got too strong, the Magma executive never stopped.

   until he was done. until he could finally relax and watch the blaze, listen as the dry, creaking material caught faster and burned hotter than any other ‘box’ of flammable material on the block — just as he had imagined each time while passing the dilapidated structure in the last month or so.

   seated casually in the grass, forearms propped up by slightly lifted knees, Kenta hardly registers when his fellow executive arrives to sit beside him, nonetheless the passage of time between then and when he feels the light brush against his knee, followed by the weight on his shoulder. 

   he does not flinch, but he doesn't remove a transfixed gaze from the popping flames either, nor lean into the touch. however, while barely noticeable, Kenta does release a slow breath, one that allows muscles to release tension even a fraction more.

   slowly, eyelids blink. 

   ❝ i think, ❞ a distant voice breaks through heat-cracked lips. ❝ i just need a cold shower. ❞ 

   Dia lays there for a moment, sprawled on the pavilion concrete, not because anything hurt terribly, but because he had been at it for hours with no success, and not just that day. there were other various scabbed over scrapes to prove it too. somehow his knees were still spared, but not his hands and forearms, not even his face ( where the evidence of catching the skateboard’s wheel on a crack, falling forward, and skidding the bottom of his chin across the blacktop was apparent ). and now? his backside got the brunt of it. that was definitely going to leave a bruise. yeah.

   he will land the ollie though. eventually. that much Dia was determined—

   the whistle pulls him from the moment of brief reflection, night blue hues shifting away from the mostly clear sky above, to the offered assistance that now casts a shadow over him. dazed eyes blink slowly a few times, then finally, with a wince of discomfort, the younger trainer reaches up to grasp Gold’s forearm and hoist himself back to his feet.

- they are both the kind of friends that dissolve into bouts of just... uncontrollable laughter that's so out there, it's just silent wheezes. where anything and everything becomes funny, and the more they make each other laugh the more the bit is added on to, like two comedians going back and forth / two tennis players hitting a streak across the court.

i'm talking this level of tomfoolery. this level of running with the bit like it's a very serious conversation. and crystal does very much so join in whenever she's around, they always settle into a trio rather than a duo with a third that's occasionally around, nah - she very much so has a place amongst the dumb fuckery of these boys.

- they work so unbelievably well together in the middle of battle, it's. well. unbelievable. it was something silver denied for a good long while, and something gold both denied out of a form of keeping his pride intact but also lowkey embraced for the joke 'cause it meant silver would flush and promptly deny. any reaction from him was worth it. but time and time again, who knew what the other was thinking when the it came down to the wire, even when someone else was concerned / doubtful? gold's ' let 'im cook ' moment and holding out knowing silver would come back for him against god itself in hgss and ; and silver's ' he could do anything at this point and i wouldn't be surprised but he always pulls the win out of his ass so i have trust ' learned mentality over the years.

opposites well and truly attract, BUT. are they really such opposites? or do they just really understand / find easy ability in tracking how the other thinks in a battle because there's relation? por que no los dos

- gold is still trying to teach silver how to skateboard. it was an endeavor they both started when they were hanging out more often after gsc ; silver refusing to admit that he couldn't board in the face of the rival himself was inevitable, but his lack of skill was quickly evident when he ate a mouthful of dirt first run. after he had his laugh, gold brushed silver's shoulders off and told him that he'd teach him, so ' he should relax '. it might've been put on halt in recent years, but silver did get to a point where he could manage on a skateboard alright. ( no tricks, though. just glides. )

- silver got to the point when they were teens where sometimes he'd just pick gold's window and sneak in to knock out next to him for a better night's rest. he'd only ever done so with blue, and while she still readily got the same treatment, it was a measure of trust and comfort that had already been placed on gold that silver didn't even realize had suddenly happened. even with a few months to within the year they'd known each other, the boy'd already become a source of comfort. and with each time someone would call it out ( himself included from within his own mind ) it'd just be vehemently denied or deflected. sure, gold was silver's rival and friend. he mattered to him. he'd still kick his ass six ways to tuesday if given the chance, though.