𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

❛ ♰ — 夜闇に誘う魔王.    private and selective roleplay blog for   𝐫𝐞𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚   of happy element’s  ensemble stars.   

❝ sa— sakuma… ❞ a high-pitched grunt & unexpected huffs of air following. the trail of cold fingers left keito trembling. even after all this time, the effect rei sakuma had over him remained ( to return him back to the lovestruck state keito had never been quite able to shake. ) the back of his hand covers his eyes but really, it was more a shield to hide remained of his dignity.     [ . . . ]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞.          perhaps it was the only time he could see such bare honesty, such unrepressed passions.     the only moment he could call this dead man to life, watch as he clumsily swayed in such   ‘danse macabre,’   ‘till the rooster crow and dawn emerge, bringing with it a sun whose warmth would burn away such cloaked passions.     child of the night   would linger here as long as he could, savoring the heated black of midnight and the taste of sweating flesh, gleaming under pale moonlight, with a greed undying.     hungry, starving, for him.     a man who clung to these desperate moments, hands finding purchase, mouth swallowing him whole, feasting before the shameful light of day stole him once more.

     ❝      quit squirmin’ around ,   let me see it .     ❞

so             sakuma  rei  likes  the  way  he  looks  at  him,    does  he  ?    mika  can't  help  but  to  feel  a  bit  of  pride  in  that.    in  all  his  life,    he  has  never  been  complimented  for  gazing  at  someone.    mostly,    he's  been  met  with  confused  looks,    or  sidelong  glances  that  were  always  unhappy  in  nature              &.    then  the  ones  he's  most  familiar  with  :    those  looks  that  scream  out  silently  to  him  :    freak  !    what's  wrong  with  your  eyes  !    no  wonder  your  parents  threw  you  away  before  you  could  even  know  them  !    they  didn't  want  you  around  !    he  knows  those  the  best  of  all.    they're  the  ones  that  get  to  him  the  most.

but  even  as  rei  gazes  straight  back  at  him,    he  can  feel  none  of  that  terrifying  energy  coming  from  him.    in  rei's  eyes,    mika  reads  only  warmth.    maybe  rei  is  a  good  actor,    &.    can  hide  that  from  the  rest  of  the  world.    maybe  that's  how  everyone  seems  to  get  on  with  him  so  well  &.    admire  him.    but  the  very  thought  of  that  in  mika's  mind  makes  him  feel  guilty,    &.    he's  soon  to  shake  it  from  his  mind.    he  won't  entertain  any  thoughts  of  that.    rei  is  kind  because  he's  kind,    &.    because  that's  the  sort  of  soul  he  has.    mika  is  good  at  picking  out  what  sort  of  person  someone  is.    he  had  to,    when  he  was  younger  &.    the  orphans  had  only  him  to  look  out  for  them.    that's  what  he  likes  to  think  of  himself,    anyways,    &.    he  won't  let  his  self-consciousness  guide  him.

…  though  he  does  feel  suddenly  shy,    &.    glances  down  at  his  hands.    he  likes  to  feel  appreciated,    &.    rei  makes  him  feel  a  great  deal  of  that,    in  a  way  he  hasn't  had.    not  really.    not  at  yumenosaki.        ❝      you  can  look  at  me  however  much  you  want,    sakuma-senpai.        ❞        it  feels  like  an  intimate  subject  :    one  that  makes  him  feel  a  sudden,    but  very  minuscule,    sort  of  shame.    he  flushes,    looking  at  rei  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  now.    he's  afraid  he  might  make  a  fool  of  himself  if  he  looks  straight  on,    or  say  something  he  doesn't  mean  to  say  out  loud.        ❝        since  you  let  me  look  at  you,    i'll  let  ya  look  at  me  too.    the  way  you  look  at  me  doesn't  make  me  feel  like  i'm  not  supposed  to  be  here.        ❞

𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.          he would not lie and say that the sight of kagehira mentally unraveling was not somewhat satisfying.     it was his niche, of course                to drive others mad with his image, his words, his very voice.     but this was a particular joy.     not grounded in sadism, but in adoration ;   taken it upon himself to help   recalibrate   the other, reset that concept of an unimportant self, and offer him the affection he so deserved.     from others and himself.     was it not rewarding to watch kagehira slowly change, to accept the affections, chase away those foul thoughts on his own ?     it was no wonder the other believed he could read his mind.     he wasn’t very subtle in his reactions, was he ?

unwilling to let mika’s gaze leave him again, when those eyes move from his own, he follows them.     temple nods, chases the forefront of his vision as far as it can, before cold fingers must do the rest of the job for him.     he cradles the delicate, porcelain curve of his cheek, thumb resting on the dimple of his chin as he slowly persuades his face back into sight.     adoring, warm smile, however chilling his persona may be.     he would never treat him coldly.

mayoi  isn’t  sleeping.    not  for  any  want  of  sleep                he’s  a  little  drowsy  right  now,    &.    he  could  possibly  fall  asleep  if  he  tried  hard  enough  …  but  it  would  take  too  long,    &.    his  limbs  are  too  restless  to  let  him  stay  still  for  very  long.    so  he's  distracting  them  now,    curled  with  his  knees  up  in  the  corner  of  the  room,    using  a  solid  storage  box  as  a  makeshift  table  &.    using  his  phone  as  small  desk  light.    he  has  a  piece  of  paper  in  his  hand,    found  somewhere  he  can't  remember  anymore,    &.    he's  been  folding  it  against  itself  over  &.    over  again.    still,    try  as  he  might,    he  can't  get  it  past  seven  folds  before  it  becomes  too  much  for  him.

                                                                       「  try  ripping  a  cuticle  against  that.    」

@vamprei​.    the  secret  door  slides  open.    he's  here  again,    seeking  company  in  the  night.    he's  brought  cards  to  play  with!

mayoi  sucks  in  a  quick  gasp,    his  attention  brought  instantly  to  the  little  door.    hes  never  going  to  get  used  to  rei  coming  through  that  door  !    that’s  supposed  to  be  his  door,    supposed  to  be  used  by  him  only.      「  my  secrets,    all  found,    unsafe,    opens  my  throat  to  all  the  elements  until               」      but  he  sighs.    it’s  rei.    &.    he’s  lost  all  chance  of  sleep  now,    heart  &.    adrenaline  jolting  him  awake  all  over  again.    his  eyes  feel  heavy     「  what  if  i  just  sewed  them  shut  right  now  ?    」      &.    he  lets  them  half-shut  again,    breathing  to  steady  his  heartbeat,    &.    looks  back  down  at  the  paper  he's  been  folding.        ❝        sakuma-san.    you  scared  me,    creeping  in  like  that  …  !        ❞

so  he's  awake  too.    that's  not  very  surprising,    considering  rei  has  always  been  more  of  a  night  owl  than  an  early  bird.    or  an  early  anything  else  …  pressing  his  lips  together,    mayoi  sets  the  paper  down  on  the  box,    pressing  his  forearms  to  the  edge  &.    watching  his  dark  silhouette  against  the  barely  lit  wall.      「  the  basement  storage  rooms  is  a  good  place  for  someone  to  die.    」          ❝        are  you  going  to  …  cards  ?        ❞

* . ゜ semi-prompted  !             𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬.          a him that had died long ago once held the keys to every little hidey-hole in yumenosaki.     he, too, had longed to sequester himself away at any chance                  grown tired of being chased down by the throng of peers, children, even elders who looked to him for guidance.     intent on becoming a self-made pariah, unwilling to be seen as the face of wisdom.     the demon hadn’t missed it once since sacrificing his role as top dog.     though, he did still wish for some of these perks.     these days, finding a place to hide, even outside of yumenosaki, seemed impossible . . .     the security of a quiet, dark room was all he could ask.     

even when he had discovered he was not the   only one   who could sneak away, that had not discouraged him.     in the least, the unwelcome guest     ( or was he perhaps the unwelcome one ? )     did not chase him for anything beyond company.     did not chase him at all,   seeming far more concerned with running away than he was with clinging at rei’s side.     it was invigorating.     perhaps it was the thrill of the hunt, the chase ?     as strongly as he opposed being seen as a figurehead, he found himself nearly   wishing   that ayase-kun would look upon him more, call his name more, depend on him   more  . . .   

                   ✱ : //                   ❝  yo, got a light?  ❞