#blessing.

This is the Haitian Oungan with the white powder on his face he was dancing and smoking cigarettes the spirits came and jumped a few people that night.

𝕬kira shifts idly as he looks at the blond, his arms kept to his sides tightly. What was the problem with Ryo all of a sudden? Love was human, yet it was a very dangerous game to play. There was no hiding the fact that yes, Love can be horrendous and hurt more than any slow crush of the ribcage. Yet, it was worth the risk. Love, when in bloom and rest, is the most fulfilling and satisfying feeling in existence. The pleasure of being in love, having someone be in love with you, and simply knowing you can experience such a blissful moment with another human being is incredible. Whether it is romantic or platonic, love is worth every second of longing or harm. Love was never intended to hurt long term, or is not guaranteed to leave a bruise in it’s wake. Fate decides that. The harm a broken heart leaves is almost never mended, but the risk is worth a million tries.  It is possible that Ryo is frightened. Scared of a shattered heart that many experience after love. There are countless songs sung, poems written, and heartbreak thrown onto the world through media. On the other hand, the experience of a love well spent or even the task of love is just as projected through the world as it’s negative counterpart. There is reasoning for Ryo to be scared of love, or rather to wane away from it in order to keep his heart content and safe from shatter. The bliss of love does not touch every soul, there is always the sliver of a chance that dreaded heartbreak will drown their heart and keep it muddied over for eternity. The haunt of a love lost is never fancied. In Akira’s opinion, he wishes Ryo didn’t have the mindset that love is supposed to hurt. Ever since they were children, the blond has always had a soft spot in his heart. Akira was fond of Ryo in many ways, romantically as of late. He wouldn’t normally be so bold and bring up the subject of love, but he believed the situation permitted it. He throws an arm around Ryo’s shoulder, the television in front of them playing a random chick flick he had selected half an hour ago. He wanted to muse to Ryo about how amazing love is and how beautiful it can be when it erupts positively. “Are you scared of love, Ryo? Have you ever been in love?” Is a careful set of questions that he asks instead. Akira’s hand rests gingerly on the slender shoulder of his best friend, watching the colors of his pale face change with every flicker of the bright television screen in the dark. Akira has definitely been in love before, and is now, but he still feels the ache of the past.

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