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          relax;  even to his own ears, the request sounded ridiculous.  such things were always easier said than done.  especially here.  especially now.  the advice given was genuine, of course;  with him, it always was.  but again, advice was easy to give and far, far harder to take.  and he felt his breath catch in his throat as kyouya shifted, as his words hit their mark.

         the sequence of events that followed felt an eternity;  and yet, somehow, it was still not enough.  every step kyouya took sent a desperate thought racing from his mind.  and by the time his back met the cool stillness of the wall, he still found himself speechless.  the only thing he could fully discern was the sound of his own heart, racing.

          how funny.  it was always easy to be with him, easier, somehow, to smile.  and yet, as kyouya paced and pressed him on, he found it difficult.  he felt his expression slip.  and as his hand moved up between them and was caught, pinned, he visibly tensed.  and just what is there to overthink?  nothing, he wanted to answer;  he quietly begged himself for the words.  and everything.  he couldn’t lie.  not to him.  not anymore.  but, how did he explain?  was there even time?  was there ever time?  in a few days, he’d leave just as he always did, leaving his selfishness behind in his wake.

          it had been a moment of weakness;  but also, a moment of truth.  yes;  he’d decided.  he wouldn’t take it back.  it was the truth.  and so, his mind suddenly clear, his mouth parted and he inhaled, eager to speak.  but, the sight of that clenched jaw made him pause.  what did you mean?  at that, his eyes grew wide.  and he nearly laughed.  but instead, despite the pressure, he seemed to relax.

          looking at him, he knew what to do.  he had since he realized it however many months ago.  now, he’d take responsibility.  kyouya needed to know and deserved no less.  and he was glad, terribly glad, to be the one to do it.  he breathed and allowed himself a moment to focus, for his heart to steady.  his gaze lingered on the other man’s lips, his jaw, as he forced his eyes up.  and then, surprisingly, the words came just as easily as any ever had.

          “ what i said...  i meant it. ”  there.  but, it wasn’t enough.  and suddenly, there was fire buried underneath his words, creeping at the edge of his tone.  “ no one wants to be alone;  not forever.  not even you.  you’re a good man, kyouya, in more ways than you know. ”  he paused and his gaze dropped slightly.  his voice faltered, suddenly quiet.  “ so, give yourself more credit.  please.  anyone would be lucky to have you at their side. i ---

          “ i know i would. ”

poetry prompts. / accepting.

she has a taste for the insatiable: a peculiar kind of thrill for her veins to guide from a stuttering heart to the tips of fingers itching to release their hold of a bungee jump cord, the feeling of razor-sharp wind untangling her hair from its carefully tied do, letting herself go down to a fall towards danger that cared not for the color of her dress once it speckled it with dirt.

how freeing it must be, she thinks, to let the chaos beckon her closer, to shut her eyes and relieve her soul from the burden of listening to noise that calls for her attention but not her love.

she laughs and, for the moment, she feels weightless enough to believe such a fall would come with no consequences, if only because he’s the one pushing her off the edge.

Her lips part to reply until she remembers the rules of the game, so instead they curve into a small, sheepish smile. “Guilty,” is all she responds with. You just got to give him a chance, Hibari-san. He’s not all that bad underneath his dramatic ways and deliberate attempts at provoking. You know he only does it because you react so spectacularly?