#laewulf

laewulf asked : a gentle caress to the features; pad of thumb tracing orbital bone, you are still not used to the sight of him without his glasses ( but truly, he could rival that of any god ). "happy birthday, gino..." spoken like a prophet's hymnal / that which was devout to him and only him. your lips graze the crest of his cheek and it warms you from within , like the sun coming over the horizon. "i got you this, i thought you might like it," simple box outstretched, an offering for your most treasured.

        history   rests   interred   within   your   flesh    ,     an   assembly   of   callous   souls   that   dwelled   within   insouciance    ,    unstirred   and   reposed   in   ravines   of   your   heeding   mind    .    what   felt   like   centuries   of   impervious   seals   is   roused   by   none   other   than   an   amorous   stroke   of   thumb     ,     bestowing   devotion   into   streams   of   sentience   shared   only   by   your   lifetimes   that   you   don’t   recall   loving   him     .     doubt   trifles   before   him     ,     for   nothing   echoes   faith   like   the   way   you   utter   his   name    .     ‘   kou    .   ’    

        you   see   his   smile   even   in   an   eclipse     ,     unrivalled   even   by   the   gaiety   of   men   as   heroes     ,    and   your   heart   swells     .   allurement   plays   a   melody    ,    his   lips   stain   serenity   with   ardent   seas   that   caress   your   spirit   in   flight    .    fingers   curl   to   unbox   the   gift     ,     aligned   with   his   penchant   for   simplicity    ,    the   charm   captivates   you     .     befittingly    ,    your   gaze   lingers   with   incandescent   glow    ,    devotion   reflected   in   the   borderlines   of   how   universes   collide     .       graze   of   leather   softens   at   your   fingertips     ,     like   dark   lashes   unveiling   endearment   absent   for   any   other   evanescence   ;   he    is   your   permanence   .

                              ‘   you   must   have   spent   a  long   time  on   this     .     ’      

        a   statement   more   than   query     ,     concentration   burnt   into   the   night   in   exchange   for   an   instance   of   delight      ,     he   adorns   you   with   love   that   you’ve   left   in   the   ruins     —     planted   dead   into   the   dust      .     spring   falls   upon   them   again     ,     enigma   elucidated   by   a   beating   heart    .      eyes   that   reflect   the   raging   seas   only   reflect   him   now     ,    but   for   eternity     ,     you   will   be   his   anchor   that   roars   with   him     .       ‘    thanks     —      …   it’s   very   well   -   made   .    ’     for   years   to   come     ,    for   you   to   never   lose   your   way   ever   again      .

               ‘    ---     hey,    ko.    ‘         the   dominator   you   reach   for   releases,   and   the    voice    of    sibyl    rings    out   in   your   ears .  only   then   does   a  crooked   grin   span   wide,  lifted   only   to    the   enforcer   opposite   you .    ‘     when   i   catch   this   douche   bag   before   you  do   ,   i   want   a   street fighter   rematch.   your   win   last   time   was   lucky.    ‘   

              “    what   –    I    –    I    am   not    holding    back   !    I    just   …    ”

           She’s    feeling   bashful,    embarrassed    –    not    by   the    situation    itself,   but    mostly    because,   unlike    in    every   single    aspect    of   her    life,    Yamraiha    has,   right    now,    no   idea    what   to    do.    Most   of    the    time,   it    is    her    the   one    instructing    others   on    how    to   perform    a    specific   task    –    right   now,    she’s    more   or    less    clueless,   and    that    frustrates    her   deeply;    her    ego   cannot    take    being   seen    as    ignorant   in    any    aspect   of    the    word.

             Thus,    when   the    man    speaks   in    confusion,    she   shifts    her    gaze   to    the    side,   fingers    anxiously    fidget  with    the   fabric    of    her   garb,    and   she    realizes    she’s   almost    too    defensive   –    if    this   were    Sharrkan,    he   would    laugh    at   her    expense;    but   she    doesn’t    feel   as    if    this   man    will    do   the    same,    which   is,    at    least,   mildly    comforting.    At   the    very    least,   not    being    mocked   makes    her    feel   less    stupid.

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HE  WONDERS  HOW  MUCH  DARKNESS  HAS  RISEN  FROM  SASAYAMA’S  AGONY.  

SASAYAMA ,   that  big  bright IDIOT .   never  seeming  fearful  of  what  might  await  him ,   unfaltering  even  against  his  superiors.   alma  has  never  been  so  OBLIVIOUS  to  think  that  what  he  and  kogami  shared  had  been shallow .  

grief  has  always  been  TOO  easy  to  reach  but  for  his  companion ?   the  kogami  who  HELD  him  in  a  crumbling  mess  on  the  floor ,   the  kogami  who  may  have  been  the  MOST  acquainted  with  the  light  of  his  subordinate ,   THAT  kogami  is  not  free  from  thunderous  DESPAIR .   that  grief  nestled  deeply  in  his  heart  ———  so  deep  that  alma  fears  it’s  grown  beyond  his  understanding .

oh  so  quiet,  barely  a  whisper ,      ‘  it  doesn’t  have  to  be .   that’s  what  we  DO ,   right ?   we  stop  all  the  evil .  ’      TAKING  HIS  HANDS ,   demanding  his  gaze  and  attention,   alma’s  breath  hitches.  the  world  is  evil  ——  god ,   how  hopeless  is  that ?   a  belief  like  that  could  so  EASILY  wither  a  person  away .

so  alma  WON’T  let  it  happen  to  someone  he  loves  so  DEARLY .

@laewulf  said  :   “oi, tomi,” a whisper as you prop yourself up nearby the silent pillar, back to the dark wood of tree’s bark as you open the pages of the book you were invested in. quiet as the whispering woods as slate gaze settles ‘pon his startled countenance, coaxing a humored quirk of the lips. “i woke you up — i apologize, go back to sleep...”

unprompted  /  always  accepting  .

          𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘿  𝙎𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙀𝘿  𝙄𝙏𝙎  𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀  𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃  𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙔  𝙒𝙄𝙎𝙋𝙎,  𝙍𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉  𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆  𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙎  𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀.          the  sky  with  its  clouds  in  motion  painted  a  mesmerizing  tale  of  change  :          shapes  and  presence  shifting  as  commonly  as  faces  passing  by.          soon,  a  breath  too  fragrant  (  of  wisteria  and  fading  dew  )  swept  your  senses,          pulling  you  asunder  to  a  gentle  state  of  slumber.          how  warm  the  sun  is  upon  your  hunched  back,          and  it  soaks  away  the  ache  of  carrying  such  terrible  weight.          for  what  bliss  can  be  found  amidst  a  path  of  danger  and  tears,          any  small  moment  was  cherished  as  the  last.

          𝙊𝙉𝙀  𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙃  𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘾𝙀  𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃  𝘼𝙉  𝙐𝙉𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙔  𝘼𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔  𝙏𝙊  𝙎𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀  𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍  𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙇  𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝘿.          oceanic  gaze  appeared  wide,          drawn  from  resting  state  to  witness  his  arrival.          you  regard  him  with  a  genuine  stare,          saturated  in  pleasantry  and  gratitude  (  for  never  have  you  found  such  rewarding  companionship  in  another  )  .          you  shook  your  head  :           a  weathered  response  silent  as  evening’s  reign,          but  shifted  your  posture  to  form  to  his  own.

laewulf asked : 💘 ❣️ 💜 💔 🖤, is there a soulmate heart bc i’d like to put that one down

💘  friends to lovers   /   ❣️  enemies to lovers   /   💜  love at first sight   /   💔  exes to lovers again   /   🖤  on again , off again   /   + soulmates 

adding the soulmate one because this is our city and i believe in nothing but kougino being soulmates . anyways , dakota , you already know from all our plotting that kougino has endless possibilities and kogami is literally the love of gino’s life . MAIN SHIP IS NOT A JOKE , WE’RE NOT PLAYING AROUND . i’m so excited to give you the content we have been robbed of ( cut to me holding a knife at season 3 )  ♡♡

            “    you   don’t    think    you   could    be    so   much    more    than   just    existing?    ”

            Brows    furrow,   the    question    is   filled    with    genuine   curiosity    –    there’s   no    mockery    or   attempt    to    criticize   him    for    his   remark,    however,    it   does    make    her   wonder    for    a    moment,    and   perhaps    she    does   intend    to    scold   him    a    bit.   Yamraiha    isn’t    the   kind    of    woman   to    think    of   herself    as    simply   existing    in    this   world,    drifting    along   with    the    current   without    a    purpose.   She    was    born,   she    exists    because   of    something,    because    somewhere,    someone,   wants    her    to   exist.    And    perhaps,   that    notion    might   be    strange    coming   from    the    orphan   who    was    raised   as    a    weapon   and    nothing    else   –    but    she   chooses    to    believe,   needs    to    believe,   that    there    is   more    than    that   to    her.    There   must    be,    and   perhaps,    there    is   to    him    as   well.

           And    so,   she    cants    her   head    to    the   side,    tucks    a    strand    of   teal    hair    behind   her    ear    –    she’s    hesitating    in   speaking,    so    unlike   her,    but    anyone   who    truly    knows   her    will    realize   that    Yamraiha    often   doubts    when    it   comes    to    revealing   things    about    herself.   She’ll    speak    of   her    many    talents,   her    skills,    her   prodigious    mind    –    but    who   is    the    actual   woman    behind    the   many    accomplishments?