" tch " harsh , sharp at the tip of the tongue . an already sour attitude made worse , split between being confrontational and letting himself simmer . DENIAL . he ' s always been stubborn and hardheaded , never one to give up , never the one to admit defeat .
the cold shoulder is frigid , a haze . lilac eyes hardened , less likely for any form of emotion to slip through . expression flattened , blank and uninterested .
you're not jealous , you repeat the phrase over and over . a reminder of sorts , STUCK IN YOUR HEAD like an annoying song . jealous of what ? somebody that isn ' t even [ . . . ] a sobering thought , he's not yours . HE ' S NOT YOURS . despite it all . a growl echoes , a punch to the wall , rock so no , it doesn't break . " fuck . fuck . FUCK . " speech becomes rapid , tied together with little space for pause .
sanemi is many things , patient is not among those things. he finds his prey , pulls him by haori into a room . it ' s meant for training , sparring and such but [ . . . ] it ' ll do . he has tomioka pressed against the wall , body HOT HOT HOT , but he ' s running on impulse so -- lips latch to the neck of the other , lightly nipping , sucking . MARKING . before he 's capturing tomioka's lips , slotting them against his own . your fervor is feverish , tongue darting to demand an opening . . . / nemi nemi
waves,   crash over   &   devour:     in its blue embrace,     a blue summer     -    you have become,   akin to shallow water,     logged     ( stained,   shifted.   drowning with suds in your throat.   who would ever love such a boy? )   with melancholy blue eyes that beg to invite,     lifeless.     devoid of color,     of warmth.   they'll soon be swallowed in your sea.   [ . . . ]   damaging,     eaten alive:   there's a voice in your head    ( your sisters?    is this how you remember tsutako's voice? )   she encourages:   make friends.    you try in the form of another hashira.    not the one you wanted.
like oil,     black.    like your hair.     spilled on the ground,   it's parasitizing:     in the space of your ribs,     how unaware of the further turmoil you cause    ( the flame keeps you warm,     do they lick at your skin? )   [ . . . ]     the moon cradles itself for you both,     allows you to taste    -    the oncoming onset of tragedy,     the desire of a zephyr boy who creates tornadoes in his wake.
like a hibernating dragon,     you too wish for the tiger to keep you warm.
thoughtless movements,   down the hallway:     where the path is taken from shadows by the setting sun,     getting darker in shades     ( do you soon find yourself prey caught,   as if swallowed   -    bones   &    all,   by a demon )     your back aches,    suddenly.   hot,    burning   &     devouring:     you think,   with how warm your back is,     the wood would catch on fire    [ . . . ]     cobalt eyes catch white,     then lavender:   like a magnet,    you are drawn to him     ( pushing     &   pulling )   your body snaps against his almost comforting,     almost immediately.
â     shina    â    ahh!     â     teeth on your skin,     sensitive as it is:     breaks open your mouth,   the groan discordant into silent air    [ . . . ]     your hands run warm,   almost sweaty:   heartbeat thudding in ears where blood pools,   with   -    adrenaline,     on your veins    ( the feeling of want,     desire:   almost too much to bare,     you think )     it happens too fast,   you feel his lips sucking purple onto your throat    &     all you can think is,     please.   please,   please,     please.     like pins    &     needles,   human comfort but a tragedy you rarely experience.
arm,   splayed across his shoulders,   with fingers:     tangled,     pulling at white strands loosely     ( his lips slot over yours,     a moan breaks across his lips )     greedily,     hungrily:     your mouth opens,   allows his tongue to explore inside     &,     your brain fogs itself in warmth   [ . . . ]    what a shame,     for you?   for him,    that hands     -   shakingly,   hesitantly    -    pull him off by his hair only to share his same air.
&   with flushed cheeks,     panting.    your voice is shaking.     â     wh    â    what was that   âŠÂ   for?     â