#amideus

i hope you don’t mind me hijacking ami for this but here’s something i wrote in like twenty mins. i’m sorry if i butchered her sjdjdk ik this doesn’t exactly count as happy asmo but i had to since you insist on hurting me  lips loose and mind hazy, everything comes stumbling out of ami easily. it’s wrong, all kinds of wrong. there is no freedom that comes with telling asmo the truth. there is only all the fear and anxiety of jumping head first into a free fall and none of the rush or thrill. still, he is gentle. in the quiet moments, when it is just him and her and no one else, he is always gentle. this time is no different. he smiles at her. really, truly smiles at her. frail and tender. nothing like the ones he puts on elsewhere. nothing noxious. nothing crude. something curls snugly around her heart at the sight, and her next breath comes out an ugly rasp. he understands. and it’s. freeing. she breathes and somehow, this time, it doesn’t hurt as much.  his eyes are fond as he takes her hands in his. no judgement, no accusations. the difference between hers and his own must be astounding. hers, scarred and heavy and rough, and his, the exact opposite. but she supposes that’s only appropriate. after all, they’ve always kind of been an antithesis of each other. 

(but they’re never too far, never straying, always gravitating around each other.)