#bee chats

when you're kids, you hear someone wondering if he's human, anyway, between having no mark and the raw power he thrums with. there's something wrong with the gojo heir, they whisper.

gojo glances over his shoulder at them, his comet-tail eyes icy. they go quiet, cowed even then.

the next time you see him, you uncap the silver marker with your teeth. your kanji are wobbly, imperfect, as you write your name down on the delicate skin of his wrist.

see? you say. your smile is missing a tooth. now you have a mark.

you're too young to know better; too young to understand.

you forget quickly, but gojo—

Que el corazón no miente, que afortunadamente, me haces bien, me haces bien, me haces bien.

Teodelina Mamá: Chardonnay Tauret, Arcade Snape, Ludovico Quirón, Alba Lili y Angela Dorothea Merkel. (02-23-2020)

Y curé mis heridas. Y me encendí de amor. Y quemé las cortinas. Y me encendí de amor. De amor sagrado

"gentle," kita reminds her, closing his big hands around hers so he can loosen her grip a bit. "like with the ducks, remember?"

her brow furrows, her dark eyebrows pinching together. "gentle," she repeats.

"s'right, baby. we're gentle with animals."

"and people!"

kita nods. "and people too."

"no biting."

he coughs out a laugh, glad you're not here to see the way her smile widens. "no biting," he agrees. "and no frogs in the house. c'mon, it's time to let frog-san go."

"but i wanna keep 'im."

"but then you can't catch 'im again."

she pauses, considering. she raises her hands to peek between them; the frog ribbits sadly. "bye frog-san."

kita helps her return the frog to the paddy gently. it hops away quickly, disappearing into the murky water.

"what're we gonna do when we get home?" he asks.

"wash our paws!"

"s'right," he says. she reaches for him and he scoops her up, settling her onto his hip as he starts to walk back to his old truck. "and then what?"

"dinner! so we can get big and strong an' catch more frogs!"

a smile unfurls on kita's lips. "so we can catch more frogs," he agrees. "as many as you want."

she squints up at him. "promise?"

"you're together?" you pant, catching gojo's hand as it delves past the hem of your pants, his long middle finger brushing against the heat between your legs.

it's getou who answers, leaning over the curve of gojo's back to press a biting kiss at the edge of your jaw.