#halfhim

* @halfhim​ said :  hands him a jalapeno. " here, it's a pickle. "

who topped

i’m 26

meme     /     accepting. 

        she’s proverbially listing. attention waning from the conversation at hand / eyes flashing to regard the new face standing tall & proud within the confines of the room. there’s an itch / an unpleasant feeling that starts somewhere in the depths of her soul & rises to the far ends of her fingers. it’s too congested. too loud. too boring, the man speaking is one she’s never seen before. distrust sings through her very core, & oh, he’s on her LAST NERVE ----- she’s waiting / a predator sizing up its prey / expression relaxed in her biding as she waits for one misstep. one mistake. ------- 

        a sudden weight settles over the cradle of her shoulders,  & she STILLS / a moment’s reprieve in a chaotic storm of unfettered aether. / toga’s muscles tense beneath the set of arms that find home & purchase upon her person.  the hands once poised over the flat of her stomach inch for the weaponry concealed at her hip. just beneath the baby-yellow sweater she’s swaddled herself into for the sole purpose of hiding away her toys.  she’s close. close to an outlet for that building pressure that’s been plaguing her since the start of this ridiculous meeting with this nuance of a man spitting nonsense at her family. 

        a breath breezes past the cleft of her ear.  A DRY LAUGH echoes over the crown of her head, & oh, does it draw her gaze heavenward. searching. the pressure is no longer inward, but outward as those arms --- familiar arms -- press HARD against the line of her shoulders, & marred fingers tap against the hollow of her collar. a message. one she doesn’t hear but feel.  a warning without alarm. a comfort. a salve to the burning itch that had been begging her to retaliate against this man & his lies.  it’s gone. smoothed out & sated the second her gaze flickers from dabi’s profile to the sheer GHASTLY, FEAR STRICKEN white of the stranger's face. a grin develops & she finds herself leaning back into him, utterly pleased with the turn of events.

h-hey now...

*   @halfhim​ said :  ❛  we’re twin souls . ❜

            DENIAL   WAS   RIPE   FOR   THE   TAKING   ,   BUT   IT   WAS   A   VILLAINS   BEST   WEAPON   ,    the art to maim , to wound with antagonizing attempt at slicing through the will of their enemy. shouto’s will was strong ------ it had been FORGED long ago in the fires of discipline.  ❛     we are nothing alike .  ❜      there it was. the fires of rage that paved pathways in the halls of shouto’s skin, begging for release. there was a great   &    terrible anger that festered within shouto, but he REFUSED to believe there was a shared trait between him and the villain that stood before him.

* @halfhim​ said :  ‘ i am so glad we were born during the same lifetime ’

        IT   WAS   A   QUIET   CONTEMPLATION   ,   ONE   MADE   AFTER   THEY   HAD   GROWN   AND   LEARNED    to cherish each other’s company. their brotherhood had been built on the foundation of gnashing teeth / tears / quiet apologies. and then, as shouto grew older, it crumbled under resentment / isolation / rage. shouto held that RAGE in his heart for a long time ----- had let it poison his lungs / leave him breathless with it. he was tired, and it was time for him to let go.

             they sat together on the front porch of their home, watching the sun leave the sky & grant the moon moments to shine. it was quiet, shouto was sipping tea, and then touya spoke, a quiet confession that paved way to a path of healing.

                                             i’m so glad we were born during the same lifetime.

             his gaze flickered, and his heart felt like it was in his stomach and his stomach in his throat. he never wanted to HURT his brother, lashing tongue as sharp as a sword ------------------ ( i didn’t want another father, I just wanted my brother ),      but he was glad he said it, hopeful now that peace could settle between them. their apologies had been said, their guilt put to rest, and shouto reached out to grasp his brother’s hand. he’d never admit it out loud, but he had always loved touya the most.