#hm.................

at the time i was thinking the first one, but of course the second option could be just as fun

Remember this? Hm..................

          how very cute it is,   that sour look carved against marble features of his dear rival’s face and for him only to gaze upon.   such scorn and discontent not foreign to the other boy and surely not the last scowl given before the day ends,   BUT THIS   ———   lips pulled desirably taut and eyes which burn into his own in a way that causes something in this jester’s stomach to flip.   YES   this hibiki wataru feels special.     ❛     oya   ?   is keito-kun attempting to immortalize my visage into mind   ?     ❜     that be the farthest thing from it,   but wishful thinking and a need to provoke push him forth towards unnecessary comments and gaze that holds him.   a twirl in step and flip of hair before he’s stood in front of object of affections and with graceful movement of a practiced actor hand finds keito’s to draw close to body.     ❛     THEN   allow me to assist,   as i’ll never leave your side.   to accompany you through this reality and the next and plague thoughts and dreams until your very last.   i’ve heard you,   keito-kun   !   words unspoken resonate deep within me   . . .   AMAZING.    your desires shall be met.   ♪     ❜     /     @vijekni

          “Why the HELL would you do that?” Even within the confines of his own apartment, Ashton was still distressed. His desperate fingers hovered over the deep gash in the other man’s side, knuckles shaking with terror that he wouldn’t be strong enough -- that he’d inevitably lose Peter over this sacrificial wound ( you’re both heroes, so why is he so insistent on using his body as a shield to protect you? ). Breath caught in his throat, the telekinetic did his best to suppress the tears threatening to brim his eyes. FOCUS, he told himself, knowing it would take all his concentration to slow the other’s blood flow to an acceptable level and bring his flesh back together once more.