#flitfate

9. on their forehead . && @flitfate​ .

akira    was    aware    that    he    was    acting    needy    again  ...         after  all  ,    there’s this  loneliness  that settles into    his  heart    every so often. an occurrence that had become    more  frequent    now that ryuji    &&    him spent more time together at leblanc .    it became a bit  harder  to    accept    that he was leaving .    but akira  hated  acting vulnerable ,    he didn’t enjoy    expressing    outwardly    the need for    his  company .    yet today ,   as he watched the few steps ryuji took to leave                           akira reached out ,    and took hold of his warm  hand .    he stayed sitting on his bed ,    but he wanted to    stop    ryuji from going any further  away  from  him .        “    ...    please    stay .    ”          he mumbled ,    eyes    unable    to meet his beneath the frizzy bangs        &&        glasses that    cascaded    his features .    he kept his head   low ,        evidently    ashamed    to request this .

he    should ’ ve    known    better    than    to    expect    he ’ d    get    his    way ;         he    couldn’t    just let ryuji  live  with him. not when they had school ,         &&         ryuji had his mom he needed to get back to ...    instead ,  he’ll just have to    come    to    terms    that the passing seconds would be    the    last    he felt of that warmth in his hand for the rest of the night .        but ,    much to his surprise there is    a    soft    touch    of    a    kiss    placed upon his forehead .    heat  rises  to  his  cheeks  ,    a  vibrant  red    embellishing    his skin                            grey hues held an    embarrassed    glimmer .         

DUSK  SETTLED,   the   raucous  symphonies  of  BATTLE  fading  into  nebulous apparitions  but  serenity  was  a  transient  mistress  &&  soon  would  relinquish  her  tender embrace,  this  FORTIFIED  sense  of  normalcy  to  never  last ;  that  was  the  REALITY of war,  the  REALITY  of  being  a  SOLDIER.  

but  right  now,  none  of  that  mattered.

as  fires  are  lit  in  ancient  drums ,  their  exteriors  corroded  &&  dilapidated,  the  sounds  of  CRACKLING  weaves  through  the  orchestra  of  twilight;  from  the  humming  of insects  to  the  ominous  HOWLS  resonating  in  the  distance.

yuu  descends  from  upon  high,  arm  slung  around  mika's  shoulders  as  he  claimed  his adjacent  spot;  the  verdant  blades  of  grass  still  DAMP  with  the  lingering  dews  of  rain. for  a  moment  mika  had  looked  DISTANT,  as  if  staring  into  the  tenebrous  veil  of dusk,  illuminated  by  scintillating  stars;  held  answers  to  all  the  profound  questions  in which  they  dwelled.  

❝  whatcha  thinkin'  about  ?  ❞   it's  a  teasing  notion,  relinquishing  the  other  from  his grasp.  

this  PASSING  YEAR,  in  all  it's  macabre  chronicles,  birthed  within  LOSS ,  GRIEF, DEATH  &&  SUFFERING  had  entailed  something  that  NEVER  could  he  have anticipated,  for  the  mika  he'd  known  for  those  four  years ??  was  an  apparition, haunting  &&  ethereal,  spattered  in  the  blood  of  the  SLAUGHTER  LAMBS  but  this mika ?  who  sat  before  him,  with  his  head  canted  northward ;  was  REAL.  

&&  there  were  THINGS  HE  COULD  NOT  CHANGE,  inevitabilities  that  he  would HAVE  to  face  but  right  now,  they  were  TOGETHER  &&   that  was  what  meant  the most  to  him.  

❝  whatever  it  was.  it  doesn't  matter.  ❞   he  grins,  this  contentment  almost  genuine.  ❝   because  we're  together  now,  right.  ❞   reluctant  hands,  still  donning  the  army's  gloves; linger  atop  mika's,  solace  found  in  such  brief  contact;  as  if  that  alone  would  prevent him  from  dispersing  at  yuu's  finger  tips.

@flitfate , meme , accepting. 

              the  soft  echo  of  krul’s  voice  reverberates  throughout  the  room—–  a  gentling  thing,  kin  to  that  of  a  hummed  whisper  in  the  face  of  mika’s  distress.  it  is,  afterall,  a  problem,  she  can  no  longer  sympathize  too  keenly  on.  though,  the  sentiment  of  it  all  is  not  completely  lost  on  her  —-  even  now  as  her  maw  curls  into  the  smallest  semi-balances  of  UNDERSTANDING  that  she  can  deliver  onto  the  boy.  

              it’s  with  a  tendril  of  familiarity,  —-  that  small  spark  of  trust  that  had  been  all  but  snuffed  out  in  the  wake  of  many  only  to  be  rekindled  in  him.  does  she  find  herself  approaching.  coming  forward  until  the  heels  of  her  boots  are  well  seated  against  the  ceramic  tiles  of  the  room;   just  a  few  mere  inches  away  from  his  crown.  

              lithe  fingers  weave  into  silk  tresses.  smoothing  out  the  gathering  knots  in  a  motion  that’s  become  clandestine  for  them  over  those  short  couple  of  years.  —– a  means  to  extinguish  the  apparent  ache  singing  through  his  core. 

        meme.         &&                @flitfate .