crimson blood thick unlike liquid gold , not sweet or beautiful as it falls from lips that scream in anger and fear . i will remember the words that you said ... you shake , of pain or anger one does not know . or ever know , you are a warrior , a king / a mystery to his people and his dragon . my silly dragon .. you hear the echoes , the broken words spoken to you in a pained whisper . of fear that coats like honey on a crimson tongue . ( dont cry ejirou ... you look so ugly when you cry ... it hurts me when i hear you cry ) bones that shake splinter under the weight of a thousand hits , the dagger in your hand bleeds the same blood as you ... that is your blood , isnt it child ? you cling to that blade , that stupid piece of metal with every fibre of your being , as if it can save your body, as if it can stop the bleeding . as if it can save you both . when his eyes cast to kirishima’s , he shakes . you realise just how much you NEED him alive ....
when he says those words , that one small sentence you laugh ━ and then you CRY . such fragile things tears are , the glass like water that cascades down dirt soaked cheeks and they leave a blotching of red to rest under so many bruises . how ugly it is to cry and yet ... you cannot stop them now . years of their bond , burnt into each others skins . tattoos burned in ink and blood etched into the skin of his arms and shoulders . a bond no one can break , a dragon and his rider . a boy and a silly little lizard . a human in love with his soul mate. ❛ i cant lose you ... anyone but you ❜
