#audiear

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 there, sit & watch, carmine pools / narrowed stare settles / statured built of ADAM’S ribs & sew of ICUAUS’S WINGS / sun’s vessel,  you now straightens / lulls upright to meet the COMPOSER face to face, & a tensed expression is now —- softer.                           ‘   yeah, those assholes, they can’t take what they don’t have.  ’   

 ❝  Uh  ,   yeah  !  right,  right,  we  were  going  to  the  uh  ━   ?  ❞  this  was  probably  the  most  egregious  fail  of  his  life  actually,  at  this  point  would  it  not  have  been  more  merciful  for  her  to  burst  out  into  laughter,  maybe  then  he  could  match  her  rather  than  awkwardly  stumbling  between  trying  to  maintain  any  semblance  of  being  cool  &  pitching  gracelessly  right  into  making  an  absolute  fool  of  himself.   ❝ I  know  where  we’re  going.  ❞   that  was  not  a  good  save,  he  mentally  reprimands.  ❝  ━ where  are  we  going  again  ?  ❞  if  his  heart  would  be  quiet  &  his  mind  would  actually  gain  traction  maybe  he  could  catch  up,  there  was  still  hope  right  ?  there  had  to  be  hope  !   he  reaches  out  at  places  his  hand  in  hers,  thanking  his  quirk  quietly  for  not  humming  too  loudly  beneath  his  skin,  for  not  zapping  along  the  tips  of  his  fingers.  ❝  well,  if  you’re  leading  the  way  then,  i’ll  trust  you  to  know  where  we’re  going  ━   that’s  cool,  right  ?  ❞ 

He  lets  out  a  groan,  somewhere  between  agony  &  exhaustion  &  replies  with  a  wretched  rasp  ❝  somewhere  between  like  three  &  maybe  …  forty  five.  ❞

          oh hi hello i hope u don’t mind if i published this to keep forever and ever bc i’m soft 🥺 this was so sweet sjdfskdfjsdjf

 red camellias / everlasting explosions — only going out between the blinks, flits & narrowed, they sit on she &  a thought stirring / her words sitting —- & a hand poses to the low of his jaw / small of hand sits / chin pressing on palm, & neck & hand pushed to the side, stretching out his spine / cracking lowly —– hm.   ‘  —   i don’t know, when people make a big deal of it, it is fuckin’ dumb… ’ concentration is set at the sky, a warm day, & summer borne  / suntide equivalent, you speak so slow, so filled with boredom, yet, this new conversation takes a stymie to his gazing :  he never really thought of it.  ——–  though, when he was younger his mother & father would wait for him to get home from school, & they would make choclate together, & kids at school would make drawings or give each other a flower : the sweeter remnants of  Valentine’s day, it was nice.  Katsuki lulls back, hands on his ankles & a frown worn / don a once calmer expression.   ‘  like, when it something little or not made into something stupid and flashy?? sure, maybe—-BUT, y’know, this holiday is too often just annoying.   ’  

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you  bet  ,  i  write  him  too  but  im  not  too  active  on  him.