#guideheart

❛    sta-tue    of    li-ber-ty    …    is    it    really    as    big    as    they    show    it    in    the    pictures    ?        ❜

❛    can    i    come    with    you    to    work    today?    i    promise    i    did    all    of    my    homework    already!    ❜

there are two,    your mind provides:    he’s either not as hungry as he led you to believe,    or the meal isn’t any good.    (    the third,    wiggling in the back of your brain with its own perseverance,    says that he’s extending it to you,    to share.    you ignore it.    )

“      huh,    why    — -    i made that    ...          ”       what could you say if you had the backbone to do so?    (    if you had the courage to dictate it,    it would be akin to:     i made it for you.       or    because you asked me to.    )    or are you going to feign an expression of exasperation,    a natural inclination for you under circumstances of your gutless acts?    with the pinch of your brow,    the insignificant downturn of your mouth,    it seems your cowardly mentality wins out once more.    how the words,    extended under the pretense of full affection    &    care no matter the stiff tone to your speech,    disappear before they’re even conceived.    you don’t think to wonder if your voice trembles when you mutter:      “       eat it.      ”    

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 - 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.     and throwing the weight of a fluttering heart red against his cheeks.  he is young - bumbled over meanings and perceptions and so a simple act races a         CONUNDRUM   through him.  was this between them just a friendship or was it a  sea crossed to love,  was it just to say it would be okay , or that he would be there for him in every way.  and so he catches fire  ,     left thrown off himself into pipe dreams he swallows whole to hide from prying eyes .   he who looks to his friend in such without provocation  should find    SHAME     but he had bested god and so the prince should  find him attractive.  

and so he slips is fingers through the others .    his eyes wide  and  chest counting.  wondering  them a whole new world with a  softness that comes from years folded into months .   and he lays a simple yet also complicated question on to the other as he squeezes a his entirety into the      SIMPLE      gesture .       

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━          ❛        ＊  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙰 ???? .          ❜     

@guideheart​ said ;      [  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in ( howl helping her with magic! )     /     nonverbal prompts    /     open .

magic ,     as  it  turned  out ,     was  not  as easy as firentia originally believed     ——    actually it was a great deal more difficult     &.     tia was almost beginning to regret insisting     ( or rather begging )     howl teach her .     she was fickle like that ,     a trait that’s followed her through her years of childhood     &.     into adulthood ;     if she couldn’t succeed in something on the first try or it wasn’t perfect ,     that was it .     she gave it up just like that .

archery had been exception ,     however ,     firentia never once gave up when she began learning how to wield her bow     ——    threw a few tantrums here     &.     there but she always picked up her bow again     &.     tried again .     her dedication paid off as she was now a master archer     &.     there was nary a soul that could compete with her skill .     only her older brothers had the skills to keep up with her but they had to work for it .

tia had already decided to treat magic like archery ;     the joy she felt when watching howl work his spells ,     was the same joy she felt whenever let loose a string of arrows     &.     hit dead centre on all her intended targets .     she wanted to be just as skilled in magic as she was in archery     &.     she was stubborn enough achieve it .

          if only the damn spell would listen to her !

it’s been almost an hour of her trying ,     brows pinched tightly     &.     tongue peaking through as she concentrates on the single candle sat before her .     all she had to do was light the wick ,     that was it .     nothing difficult     &.     yet the candle stubbornly refused to light .     just as the clock struck the hour ,     tia threw her hands in the air with a cry of frustration ,     the beginnings of a tantrum starting to take hold .

but ever the patient man ,     howl swoops in before the onslaught of tears can begin     ( saving them a good few hours of sobbing     &.     sulking )     &.     guides her once more through the process .     tia feels his warm ,     guiding hands     ——    one placed gently on her shoulder     &.     the other on her hand where it hovers over the unlit candle     ——     &.     immediately pulls herself together again ,     her angelic face once again pinched in concentration .

a few moments pass before she feels it     ——     a fluttering warmth in her core     ——     there one moment     &.     gone the next .     it was so fleeting firentia believed it be her imagination ,     until she saw the swirling tendrils of smoke rising towards the ceiling .     where once was an unlit candle wick     . . .     was still an unlit candle wick but now it was smoking ever so slightly .     with a little more practice it would surely turn into a flame .         

 “          YOU’RE A MAGISTER !     YOU CAN USE MAGIC !          ”          she shouts as she soars from her hiding spot ,     her face glowing with excitement     &.     eyes wide     &.     bright with joy .          “          i didn’t know surface dwellers could use magic too !          ”

@guideheart​   /   s.c   ( for chise ! )        

      another day of being a jujutsu sorcerer,    another day of having to transfer again out of country because no one is capable in dealing with curses.    not even grade four?    how pathetic can you be?     he’s procrastinating in getting ready    (   which,   he should’ve met yaga in the car five minutes ago but he’s always one to be fashionably late   ).     so what is he doing instead?     resting in suguru’s room,   head laying on his lap and complaining about being five days away from japan,   instead would  -  be residing in spain instead.    sure the food was good but what was the point?    he was just going to  ‘ sight see ’  anyways.

“   hey,   suguru,   you’re not even going to give me a goodbye kiss?    c’mon,   my lips are all glossed up and everything!   ”    to make a point,   he rubs his lips together to then give him a dramatic pucker to show off the shine and the obvious implicate that it would leave remnants behind.    of course that was the plan,   just as it’s hard to get rid of him.    “   you won’t see me for a really long time,   ya’ know.    like,   a re~ ally long time!    ”    it’s only said to hype up his absence even more,    to get the point across that he will be gone for nearly a week   .  .  .   a week without the satoru gojou!    

if he was suguru,    he would cry on the spot and beg on his knees to stay.    just saying.    it would be completely uncharacteristic for him but man,   it would be absolutely hilarious.

to lay it on even thicker,    he fakes a couple of tears,   turning away from him to make it more dramatic.     “   what happens if i were to die ——    ”    both of them knows there’s no chance that would be possible,    but he does like to plant all those fake  -  never  -  going  -  to  -  happen scenarios.    “   or if i meet a really handsome spanish guy?   ”    also never going to happen.    he’s too attached to what they both have.    plus,   the whole   .  .  .   language barriers thing.    a  ‘ tear ’  rolls down his cheek,    peeking up at him to see if he’s affected him at all.

well,    it seemed to working the amusing look on his face meant anything and the lingering lips rest against his own.    hook,  line,  and sinker because he’s placing a hand on the back of his head to keep him close as he shoves his tongue in his mouth.    he knows suguru can feel the smirk against his mouth and now those pale cheeks are flushed.    he would never admit it,   but there’s this affect that only suguru can do.    no one else.    maybe that means something,   huh?    but they were both teenagers,    love is the furthest thing from his mind   .  .  .

although that thought is always there ——    love.

it’s scratched away for the moment,    letting him pull away and even licking his glossed lips.    “   there,    now every time you look in the mirror all you’ll think about is me.    ”    though his eyes widen,   the smug look on his expression was gone.     wow   .  .  .   he really looks good with shiny,   plump ——    his own hands slap his cheeks,   quickly snapping out of that very gay afterthought.    makes him want to kiss him again.

he’s quick to play coy again,    eyes sparkling and arms brought up to his chest in an attempt to be  ‘ school girl cute ’.     “    you’re going to miss me,    i knew it!    ”