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✰ :Weird thing they want to try or have tried

Let Yuuto give you kisses | accepting┗ Number Generated: 15 - Kiss in the Rain

        HE HATED THE RAIN, HATED storms, the sound of thunder and the flashes of lightning always giving him chills as a child and he can recall the nights spent shaking, unable to rest whilst rain slammed hard against the window panes, fingers twitching as they hovered over phone screen, resisting the urge to text a boy who he knew would be sleeping soundly through the torrential downpour. A silly little fear as his grandmother once called it, but it hadn’t felt little nor silly —– at the time anyhow, and now, standing amidst the onslaught of rain, watching fires that have been raging for days finally being put out, he realizes just how pointless it was to be afraid of something like that when there are monsters lurking in alleyways and behind closed doors, with jagged teeth and razor sharp claws just waiting to pounce. Thunder booms overhead; there’s a familiar hand on his shoulder but he doesn’t need the subtle comfort it aimed to bring, not this time, not for this. 

                       What he would not give to be naive enough to fear nothing but a little noise again. 

        ❛ Shun… I’m alright. It’s just a noise, after all. ❜ Gaze averts from the clouds above to instead focus upon visage of companion, and for a moment neither say a thing, and Yuuto wonders if Shun knows he can read the pain in his eyes when he stares at him like that; he wonders if his own eyes can be read in return. They’re watching each other break, piece by piece, soft hearts hardening into something solid, something iron, any gentleness within them pushed aside for the sake of preservation and it hurts to watch someone you love die like this, to make room for the person they now have to be. Walking corpses the both of them; he’s unsure if the ones who made it out are truly the lucky ones. 

        HE DOESN’T SPEAK AGAIN, PALM pressing flat against Shun’s chest his nonverbal request and it’s something, he figures, that even in the process of becoming new people they can still understand each other as clearly as before. Shun leans down, Yuuto’s hand leaving his chest to instead cup his face and it’s cold when their lips touch, freezing rain clinging to both of them and it’s not their first kiss ( he remembers awkward, unsure back and forth pecks in Shun’s kitchen, flustered and forceful ‘shut up’ kisses in his living room —- warm, simple, sometimes followed by long bouts of laughter ) but it feels like it, feels different, tired and cold and wet and he wouldn’t call it bad by any means but it does not whisper gentle promises of butterflies and late nights; it begs and it pleads and it insists —– oh god, you’re all I have left; don’t you dare leave me too. 

                                             There is no innocence here, no childlike naivety                          He has never loved him more, and he has never been so terrified of doing so.

        ❛ …We should go. We have a rendezvous with Sai’s unit on the west end. ❜ Yuuto whispers against frozen lips; he hears the murmured agreement, feels Shun’s hand slip ‘neath his chin to tilt his face up, snag another, deeper kiss ( it feels warmer this time, somehow, and he doesn’t question it ) and he allows it, this moment of strange calm that is as unsettling as it is peaceful before they must dive back into an increasingly familiar hell. ❛ Let’s go. ❜ Shun murmurs against his lips and Yuuto agrees, fingers slipping from the skin of Shun’s face as he straightens out again, a single look shared between them for a moment longer before they’re off, pushing away the idea that there may be less people meeting them than there were yesterday. 

        HEAD TURNS TO CAST gaze ‘pon familiar visage as he enters room, forcing self into seated position with a grimace, fingers trembling as they clutch at the singed material of his shirt, avoiding the urge to shove his palm into the fresh burn marks that litter his side ( it won't help and he knows it, but god anything to stop the pain would be welcome ); the breath he takes is shaky, lips turned downward into prominent frown with frustrated explanations spilling from tongue.

Muse skillset symbol meme

🌷 — taking care of living things

Well, plants he’s certainly great at taking care of, he keeps some in his room in Academia that he tends to regularly. As far as pets go... he’d rather not.

🍳 — cooking

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BASOREXIA; AN OVERWHELMING DESIRE TO KISS

        THERE’S A PANIC SURGING through his body, feet hitting the pavement in rapid succession and soft swears falling from parted lips between harsh pants. It’s a mess, the city alive with the sound of pure terror, screams and vain shouts of rebellion echoing from every street, every alleyway, over top the cacophony that is flames and crumbling buildings and with every body that crumples in his peripheral vision does his heart beat faster —– not Shun, not Ruri, don’t let them be tally marks on a mass body count that’s rising every minute.

                                                      ( Someone shrieks from nearby and he drowns it out, grits his teeth;                                                                                                   gotta find them, gotta find them. ) 

        ❛ SHUN! RURI! ❜ HE’S SCREAMING over the discordant noise around him, praying to whatever Gods that may be listening that he doesn’t attract the eye of a duel soldier in doing so ( he could take one, surely, but could he take five? ten? twenty? ) & they appear to be listening, as he’s spared from such a consequence —– though, then again, perhaps they're not as he fails to receive an answer either. Another corner turned, lungs protesting his prolonged sprint though they lose out to adrenaline pumping through him, shiver running down spine as he hears another duel disc beep somewhere, signifying someone has hit a solid ZERO with their life points. He’s not one to cry, never has been, but he can feel the angry, scared tears swelling up in his eyes ( don’t let them fall, don’t let them fall, you don’t even know if they're hurt yet – ) and his mouth opens to scream again, the dangers of such be damned —– then he feels someone grab him, body forcibly tugged sideways into a small space between buildings.

        FEAR IS THE FIRST THING he feels, a booming thought that shakes him to his very core being the idea that he’s been caught, captured, that he’ll be forced to fight ( or worse ) just to attempt survival, and immediately he's squirming in the grip that holds him, wheezes of ’let me go, let me go, let me GO’ leaving him that only stop when a familiar voice growls at him to stop. Breathe in, breathe out, head turns —– Shun, he registers, Ruri too, and for the first time since this Hell began does he feel himself start to calm, however marginally it may be. They’re okay. They’re really okay.

        SHUN SAYS SOMETHING ELSE as his grip loosens, then drops, but Yūto isn’t listening, wide eyes staring blankly at the taller male, slowly processing that Shun really could have been dead. He could have, and he’s not, he could have been, but he’s standing right here in front of him, he could have been, but thank fucking god he isn’t and he’s not usually one to act on impulse but damn it all if he cares right now because Shun isn’t dead and there’s not a force on this Earth that’s going to stop him from kissing this lovely, alive, asshole. 

                                                                             ❛ —– and we should get moving before —– ❜                              ❛ You’re not dead. ❜

        THAT’S ABOUT ALL THE WARNING Shun gets before Yūto is all but leaping at him ( he’s too short for anything else, impatiently waiting on a growth spurt ) arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist to keep from falling, immediately crashing his lips against Shun’s own. He can feel the shock, the way Shun’s muscles tense under him but he doesn't care, —– just throw him off if you don’t like it —– not in the slightest, though it’s a flood of relief when he feels Shun’s lips move to return the kiss, just as passionately once initial surprise has worn off, arms wrapping about the smaller boy to assist in holding him up. He thinks Ruri says something ( & he’ll owe her an apology for this scene he’s created, later ) but he doesn’t catch what it is, a bit occupied with Shun’s tongue down his throat and the way his lips are bruising. 

Unfortunately, Shun heard whatever she had to say, and Yūto hears himself whine when Shun pulls away.

        IT'S FOR THE BEST, HE KNOWS, now not really the time nor place for such a thing though it doesn't stop the dull pang of disappointed that echoes in his chest when he's put down, the noise of a city's destruction that had been drowned out fading back in to full volume. They have to move, and he nods, agreeing, as much as he'd rather stay here and pretend this is not happening. 

        HE WAKES WITH SCREAMS in his ears, fire and the dust of fallen buildings         clouding his lungs; he JOLTS up into a seated position, chest heaving harder         than is comfortable and he cannot see in the darkness of the abandoned          building they've holed up in for the night, forced to speak in an attempt to find         the comfort that is familiarity. 

There is music playing softly in the background, filling her ears with laughter and cheer. Emma cannot help but feel out of place here, in this world where she was supposed to belong. She tries to think about how her life would have been like had she not been sent to the real world. If she was raised to be the princess she was meant to be.

But then, there’s this empty feeling in her chest whens he does think about it. Never being put into that tree meant never becoming an orphan. Or running away from her foster home. Or meeting Neal. Of never having Henry.