#demoncorrupt

MESSAGE TOO ━━  YO! ( ☀ ) &.sent

TEXT.   SERIOUSLY?!!!! TEXT.   oh this gunna be good !!!!

  ❛  you’ll tell mika for sure ! ❜    trust was a strong bond  ,  weaved inside the group through pain and suffering ,  through good times and bad .  but trust this BOY  ,  with such a thing ? right ……       ❛  i aint tellin’ you anything ! mika would end up killing you for that information too …..  ❜

 ❛ if youre tired ,  i can keep watch now .  ❜

 he knew it was more ,  more then the kind where sleep was needed .  he knew more then anyone  ,  the pain of “LIVING”  ,  of enduring  ,  of surviving . never calling it living ,  because he never felt truly alive. only enduring the living pain for tiny sparks of light  .  without many words  ,   the small covered shoulder below him would gain his hand  ,  gloved and tight onto yoichi’s shoulder . comfort in the best form he could allow from his twisted ,  large beating heart .  giving the a gentle smile ,  trying his best to calm them both down .  a heavy breath taken ,  shaking breaths always present yet suppressed at a time like this .   ❛ you know ,  this pain you are feeling … the tiredness will fade, yoichi. we will endure ,  we survive no matter what … im not perfect ,  far from it … so lets just rest tonight okay? you’ve done your sister proud …. and me proud, all of us are proud of you .  how? we are still breathing ,  we are still enduring … thanks to YOU.  thank you ,  yoichi ..  ❜

   ❛   aha,  that’s not really  ..   ❜   the kind of weariness i meant :  it is an exhaustion settled deep within the marrow of bones laid over with good intentions,  overflowing,  blooming like wayside wildflowers.   it is to hold fragile lives in even more fragile hands,  to wake up each day knowing it may be their last.   such is the way of the apocalypse.   in his introspection,  he realises :  yuuichirou’s words  --  it is exactly the weariness he means.   ❛   --   actually,  never mind me.   i’ll keep watch with you, make sure you stay up.   ❜   cheeky words,  laid forth with the slight upturn of lips’ edges,  fist bumping gently against his comrade’s side.   his heart beats steady,  the pressure   (  the pleasure !  )   of contact easing his apprehension.