#wellfell.

an exasperation sigh is emitting perpetually whilst his hues are peering down upon @wellfell within disbelief –– his vexation does not come her misdeed nor trepidation, however due to her enigmatic past is slowly perturb their little ' idyllic ' life; the lady in white is maiming her mirth as her nights have been terrorized by constant dreaming of being swallowed by the sea, peculiar appearance of her past lover texting him continuously for her salvation regardless of the numbers have been blocked by him –– life has changed for worse, &. johann wonders if it's all worth it . . . he has, surprisingly, unyielding affection &. adherence upon her, however affection shouldn't make them live in terror, of which johann has never experienced before ( he has lived with his father, &. his mother, &. his job causes terror; however this is something more than he could fathom )

❝  . . . i think you should talk to your boyfriend, nana, ❞  enunciates with venom, their rings are glistening in treachery; their wedding had been pushed indefinitely &. guilt &. shame have lacerated their dignities –– they've grown apart slowly, regardless of his steadfast embrace to her weary body; his lips are o'er her temple, but it isn't as ardent as before, as suspicions riddled within each kisses . . . who are you, haven't i known you enough? your mother abandoned you, your father &. your sister are dead; you have killed your abuser . . . but who is the lady in white wedding dress &. ryuji ? a lingered love, the man takes her within his arms, as he rests her head upon her shoulder; veiled from her face, veiled from the truth he seeks –– he fathoms that the truth is lain bare upon her face, &. it is curse she carries within, ❝  i'll take you to japan. to find answers. i have told you before –– i will find the answer, even if it takes the end of the world to find it. i'll help you to find your salvation. ❞ 

@wellfell sets a scene [ preoccupied : rile my muse as they are working ]

‘ jesus––––––nana. what the hell? ’ he curses within the nickname he has given to her––––––he couldn't pronounce her name perfectly in the accent she desires, thus he came up with a solution that perfectly fits into her personality .. despite it is merely a variation of the syllables on her name, but he thought she would appreciate it, regardless of the fact that it is the first time he ever used that name . . . what if she thinks the name is meant to chastise her? albeit he is currently berating her for shifting her weight on his abdomen &. slowly unbuttoning his shirt .. she is leaning down to meet his lips––––––which he gives chaste kisses between the rumble of dissatisfaction on her playful ploy . . . calloused hands are slithering to her prominent hips &. wish to stirs her away from him but her physique is seizing him; caging, as her womanhood is grinding upon his clothed bulge .. dampening, between the fabrics of their clothes, ‘ okay.. you need to stop now .. sandra could come any moment now with your tea––––––ah. don't do that. i need to make notes––jesus. you've been imaging this before come here, huh? ’

‘ i would have died from a heart attack if my children ever pooping on my clothes–––––but that wouldn't happen because i don't have children, ’ mumbling 'neath his exasperation sigh as her reaction is indifferent .. perhaps his feeling doesn't really matter because it's such a trivial problem for her. however a realization punctures him, as he covers his mouth from revealing his quiet giggling before peering upon her scandalously, ‘ . . . did you mean to tell me that you see yourself as the mother for kitty &. i am the father? .. do you want me to call you as mommy now? .. you're so hilarious. ’

lips are tenderly pursued into a thin line as he walks past her to let the water flows to his hand whilst he tries to gather himself; the embarrassment for getting caught in vulnerability, as her fervent gaze is fixated upon his back, pouring herself to be seen for what she truly is .. rose-tainted glasses, how foolish he ignores the truth he knows from the beginning: why did he plant flowers for her to admire?

‘ . . . i know. but why right now? .. do you think you don't deserve this? ’ hesitancy, tip of his tongue is dampening his lips as he turns around to face her; beaten, adjacent. but he walks towards her, with crimson tips are chasing her face to cradle her within his steadfast embrace; his eyes are searching for the fondness she could have for him, as his could have spoken the ardent truth of his concealed affection .. that's why she is telling him; because she thinks she doesn't deserve the second chance of his tenderness .. or the life that takes a shape of home gradually, after the blood of justified manslaughter are dripping from her tender hands; the blood from people he never know, &. yet loathed abhorrently. why does he hate the tainted shadow of her past when the past is hers to have, ‘ .. i can protect you, na. you don't need to worry if people are looking for you. i'll protect you. you deserve this–––––you are not a bad person for taking things on your own hands. ’

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‘ okay! that's enough––––i'm dizzy, ’ he takes mina into his arms &. softly cradling her to the sand as akina is watching them from the distance, o'er his shirt he lays upon the sand therefore she can sit on it; reminiscing the peculiarity she never sees from him because he never brings her to meet his second-cousins . . perhaps he has created a distant imagery that both of them know it won't happen to them, but for once, they could savour the domesticity of their unknown affection.

‘ oh, look, auntie akina bought something! ’ mina is squealing within his embrace as he saunters next to her before sitting down on the sand; there is a fleeting kiss upon the woman's crown, as the child within his arms is lamming away to take one of the toothpicks &. eats the foreign food he never sees before, but he assumes it's something popular in their culture because they speak in japanese––––idle hands are gathering mina's hair to tie it into a pigtail before an abrupt shove of the food is directing to his mouth.