Me, Myself & I

(and Neo)

eyestrainy version below

I am drowning

there is no sign of land

you are coming down with me

hand in unlovable hand

there’s something very oddly comforting about sukuna on days where it’s just you two - sitting before the fireplace, the winds now blazing outside the cobblestone windows, when they were whipping against your face just moments ago.

your eyes roll over to him, but carefully, cautiously, so you don’t pull him out of whatever trance he is in as he stares at the crackling fire.

it’s nights like these where he feels human, someone just like you, perhaps someone just for you.

you feel a tinge of disappointment, because your singular left hand does not compare to his several ones. you wonder if he feels the same as you drag your fingers, which feel weirdly heavy, and are trembling from the cold, to touch his open palm. it takes you a second to wonder if he minds you becoming braver as he stills, even going as far as intertwining your smaller hand in his monstrously large one.

but you really needn’t worry. everyone knows sukuna’s silence is enough. he enjoys your presence more than he’d ever tell you, and more than you’d ever know.

I like how u can clearly tell that I mostly draw women and non humanoid creatures lol.