Feb 25, 2017
@empirebane
❝ ——— You’re staring. ❞ he isn’t sure if there’s something in his hair or on his face or maybe this has something to do with the cat on his shoulders. Or none of the above.
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@empirebane
❝ ——— You’re staring. ❞ he isn’t sure if there’s something in his hair or on his face or maybe this has something to do with the cat on his shoulders. Or none of the above.
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❝ —— I feel like you’ve been agitated all day. ❞ he does not oft assume, particularly not with him ( he’s difficult to read, at times. or that’s how he feels, at least, though you can never truly be sure. ) but sometimes assumptions have to be made. At least to end silence. To spark conversation. Even if Judar isn’t irritated, there’s no harm in ASKING, is there? He cannot help but to speak, to all but lay himself bare, to allow ire to be directed at him, slowly bleeding heart demanding it of him. What else can he do, but obey? ❝ Is there something wrong? ❞
dull curiosity lingers within eyes that rival the sun's glow; he's naturally inclined to be painfully straightforward. as far as his objective, it's to question how optimism he projects is a constant, even in the face of adversity. granted, he knows all too well what it's like to portray something for so long that it becomes truth in its own right. ❝ aren't you tired of putting up a front even when something's bugging you? it's kind of annoying. ❞
Sometimes it’s good to be reminded that he’s not the most perceptive person in the room, all the time. He has always noticed to much, seen so much, taken note of so many things, a silent wallflower, a quiet bystander. He sees, he witnesses, he notices the little things. Not everything, for sure, but he notices the small things. Especially about the people that he CARES ABOUT, their small habits, their small twitches. He has watched others for so long, and sometimes he forgets that other people notice things about him, too.
His head turns and he gazes at his friend ( they can be called friends, can they not? they are as good as, he’s sure ) and wonders what he noticed. When he noticed. What was his face like, when he was putting up a front? What had been bugging him, at that time? Oh, he knows that speaking about his woes and troubles is healthier than keeping it bottled up, he himself is an advocate of talking out your feelings—— but everyone is a hypocrite. Sometimes verbalizing is difficult and sometimes he wants to avoid it. Avoid it all. It’s easier to keep it all quiet, for the most part, to swallow his words, swallow his tongue, bury it deep inside of his chest, just beside his heart. Let it FESTER, silent.
Is he tired of it? Perhaps. ❝Is that your way of telling me that I can always come to you when I need to talk to someone about my problems?❞ mirth drips from his tone and he smiles, feeling a laugh bubble in his throat. ❝I wouldn’t want to be a source of annoyance for you, after all.❞
A beat, and then, ❝Thank you for being worried about me, though.❞ Even if Judar wouldn’t admit that it was worry, or say that it was worry. Perhaps it wasn’t worry at all, but that was just another thing he would choose to believe.
takes a nap here
@empirebane
It has been a LONG DAY but it hasn’t been long nor strenuous enough that he resists the urge to smile when it walks into his apartment and finds a certain someone asleep. On his bed. Not even on his couch, as most people who randomly pop into his apartment do, and that’s so purely JUDAL that he can’t say that he minds. Not that he would mind if it were anyone else, but he finds a special sort of amusement in finding the man lying on his bed, napping away without a care in the world.
With a soft laugh, Yuugi pulls the blanket over Judal as quietly and gently as he can manage, before stepping back and considering the situation once more. He’s smiling ( though the situations wherein he can’t find it in himself to SMILE are somewhat rare ) as he begins to walk away from his bed, mind shifting to what to make for dinner. Evidently, he’s going to have a guest, so the usual just won’t do. Perhaps he’ll make a run to the grocery store, after all.
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❛ this world will never be what i expected. and if i don’t belong, who would’ve guessed it? ❜ earrings dangle from side to side, eyes LOST without stability and understanding. one hand moves through violet strands of hair, the other dangling at his side. THIS NEW BODY isn’t quite what he expected it would be. nigh indestructible, yet not. not really. not truly. ❛ but that’s okay. ❜
❛ in my NEW WORLD, everyone will belong. black and white ruhk will no longer bear meaning. everyone will have a place, when they DIE and are REBORN under the law that i write. and you can come too, judar. it’ll be fun! ❜
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Four headcanons // @empirebane
Judar brings out all of Yuugi’s sass to be honest. Pretty much anyone is able to bring out his sass, but Judar is especially good at it, by and large because of his dramatics. Yuugi, of course, also tries to be comforting when necessary, but in general he finds it very, very easy to be sassy with Judar. About, literally, everything and anything.
Man oh man does Yuugi like dragging him into playing games with him. All games. Video games? Yes. Board games? You bet. Card games? Of fucking course. Fair games when ( if ) Yuugi is able to drag Judar along with him to a festival? Yes. Also, any and all prizes that Yuugi wins at the festival, he just gives to Judar. Including plushes. And goldfish. Especially the goldfish.
Eventually I’d like to think that Judar let’s Yuugi brush/play with his hair when he’s in the mood to let him. That, very quickly, becomes one of Yuugi’s favorite pastimes when he’s with Judar. He loves brushing and braiding his hair for him, it’s oddly therapeutic. It definitely doesn’t hurt that Judar’s hair is just lovely, so of course it’s nice to play with.
Down the line they’re always able to coax each other into venting about their feelings, bar none. Yuugi is good at pestering Judar to spit out his feelings and Judar, gruffly and irritably, complains about Yuugi bottling things up again, which leads to Yuugi talking about his feelings. And smiling about it. ( He really appreciates that Judar cares enough to listen to him vent about feelings, okay? )
@empirebane.
flowers are a peculiar thing for him. they come in all different shapes and sizes, strengths, smells. soft petals, rough leaves. dusty pollen, pollen that sticks like sap, seeds that fall like droplets and buds that bloom at the curl of dawn. his home in another life used to harbour all kinds of these, bright ones, so sweet and pungent that they overtook the town. they cascaded over fountains and spilled out of flowerbeds, too eager, too soft, too ready to brighten the world around them. he doesn’t see very many flowers anymore. he can’t bring himself to care for them, and the worlds that he inhabits couldn’t keep them alive even if he did.
which is why he finds it so hard to overlook this one, tiny thing.
a sprout, pushed up from the concrete. still young, bright green, fresh out of its seed and eager to climb. there’s an itching urge to stomp on it with his boot and carry on with his day, to continue scavenging this world for anything resourceful to him, but he can’t exactly bring himself to. a phantom urge keeps him from it.
he frowns at the little flower, golden gaze set upon the concrete.
❝ hm. ❞