-> Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse. / @hinodae

Mind-boggling and taxing as it is to reawaken when he shouldn't have, he doesn't let up on trying to comprehend what happened. Time and time again, he tries to piece things together. Even at the expense of that ruinous hole left in the center of his mind. Certain things have become clearer, but those finer details still swim just out of reach.

Right now, he's taking inventory. Aching head — does he even have a head or neck? — aside, the current shape of his body is ... unfortunate. It serves him well enough to slip away, blend in, get into odd and small places. But, well, it's different. His movements, while surprisingly agile, are still awkward. He has a hand ( to an extent ), but there's only so much he can hold onto. Only one eye is able to perceive the looming world that surrounds him.

It's different. It's difficult. It's frustrating, but there is one constant.

sugar and spice | ACCEPTING. // @hinodae

HER ANSWER TO THIS WOULD have been more cautious, perhaps even disapproving, were she not busy fighting for her life against the threat of shattering.

he's stealing christmas!!!

send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u!

@hinodae asked: [ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough ;; phoenix to takeshi -> ⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

it never starts out this way, honest t'god! it's not like takeshi kisses him with the intention of pushing for more - he ain't got much self control in that respect, but he's got enough to at least make it seem like he doesn't have dick on the mind twenty-four fuckin' seven! but one kiss just ain't enough, it never will be - he was stupid for thinking otherwise. he knows this now.

the movie ain't anythin' other than background noise as it plays quietly, long since forgotten. shit, takeshi couldn't even say what the movie was about if you asked him now, wouldn't even care to - not when he's got phoenix here with him, hands on his chest and kissing him like he's the only thing that matters and damn it, he doesn't think that anyone's ever kissed him like that before phoenix came back into his life.

it's everything that he's ever wanted ; slow and deep, like they've got all the time in the world. there's nothing else in the damn world that matters except the two of them as they map out each little curve and bump of the other's body, kisses that linger before drifting down toward phoenix's throat, teeth that graze across tender flesh, leaving evidence that he'd been there before he feels hands on his hips, pulled the short distance until he's straddling phoenix's lap.

it's embarrassing, the sound that he makes, the way his hands scramble to find purchase against his boyfriend's shoulders - and for a moment they just look at each other, chests heaving, lips puffy and red but ultimately, they look happy.

and fuck, a look like that could make a man do just about anythin' for love. "--god, y'don't even know what y'do ta me." it's takeshi that surges forward then, hands that only cradle the other's face for a few seconds before he decides he needs more. because when he's got fuckin' perfection here underneath him, what the hell was he meant to do other than cherish it?

hands waste no time as they find their way under phoenix's shirt, guiding it over his boyfriend's head and taking to kiss any part of exposed skin that he can when his lips are covered. there's laughter in the air at such a silly display and takeshi can't help but smile as phoenix kisses him again, pulls him even closer so that they're chest to chest, as close as their bodies would allow. "i love you--" he murmurs into the kiss, fingers tracing patterns on their way down, fumbling with the lone button of the other's jeans.

"fuck, fuck-- i love you so fuckin' much."