dance with the forbidden

[autoplay] kano aoi | 17 chamomile apartments

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Thank god for Christmas, he had finally met someone who hadn’t been spoiled about Santa’s true existence! Or er, lack of, but either way, it was sort of a gift to meet a person who didn’t find his dumb little tricks pointless due to exposure.

He imagined that he might have been accused of psychokinesis by someone who was used to that sort of thing, and although he could have enjoyed messing with the allegation in the long run, it was cute to see someone genuinely tickled pink by his silly little tricks. 

“Nah. It was just a magic trick, but I don’t mind if you want to believe that it’s real magic.” Kaito mused, delighted even though it had been one of the oldest bar frauds in the book. How it was done was simple: rubbing at the straw through the packaging discharged it, kind of like transferring over the static from a human, and all the unseen electricity allowed it to spark between his fingers. Physics, how he could kiss it. “I had already set it up before you walked over, to be honest, but a magician never reveals his hand, even after he’s won.”

     “Heehh..” He was a little disappointed that it wasn’t real, but of course, he mostly expected that answer anyway. His thought process continued to spin as he considering how it could have happened then, though considering he never went to class he didn’t quite have the knowledge to solve it. His face settled into a pout as his elbows leaned themselves on the table with his cheeks in his palms. “No fair. D’you know how frustrating it is to be the one who doesn’t know? You could drive people crazy that way.”

     Reaching to the other side of the table, the straw wrapper was squished with a finger and dragged back towards him to fiddle with. “Okay, maybe not after you’ve won, but... what about before? Teach me a trick. I’ve got someone I gotta impress.”

     “Do it and I’ll pay for your meal.” Money was of no value to him. That soda looked a little lonely, anyway.

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I TOLD YOU NOT TO REBLOG THAT RAWR MY ASS

     It was amazing how much magic could be drawn from simple pages in a book, coloured black with ink. The amount of wonder and awe spurred by fiction was probably over the top for a boy of seventeen, but his passion for the comic books had rekindled when he met someone fortunate enough to share his interest. He was delighted to have someone to talk to about the adventures of the hero and his friends.

     “Wasn’t it cool when he broke that whole building in half?! He’s invincible!” The pinching of papers eased as he flipped through them, eyes scanning for the exact scene he was talking about. “There! Right there, see? I thought that was amazing. The author is really good at making up these tough situations. She’s also good at writing the characters; they’re so interesting.” He flipped the manga closed and slapped it into Dirk’s hands.

     “Ah-- This too.” From the shelf he grabbed another one, a completely different series by name but with similar-looking characters, signalling a story of the same genre. “If you like that one you’ll like this one too. What else’re you into? Fantasy? Comedy?” He picked through each and every shelf, pausing every once and again to hear his company’s thoughts and preferences, giving a few nods and laughs of joy as he thought about the series he used to read and  ones he heard all about throughout school.

     Though the blond was a bit hesitant, or perhaps thrown off by the younger’s enthusiasm, Aoi would like to think they enjoyed their time filing through the book store’s collection. He’d been given a chance to talk about something he never once got to speak of within the date club or at home, where he’d spent most of his time previous to his life here. He was still bouncing with energy by the time he dragged Dirk to the cashier with far too many copies.

     “Maa, you gotta text me as you read, m’kay? Next time introduce me to your favourites!”

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     it’s about time i get a bit more active on this account, as most of my previous threads have gone dead.

     if you’d like a plotted starter from me, like this post and i’ll message you! capping at three.

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deximo:

Aoi’s expression didn’t solve anything, or answer any of the questions he’d asked– and he kind of had a feeling he wasn’t about to get any sort of detailed explanation about what he was supposed to do here. He’d never been in this kind of situation, or even kissed anther person before this! Technically he hadn’t even kissed anyone as or right this second either because, well.. did it really count if he wasn’t making any conscious effort to return the ones Aoi was giving him? He didn’t know.

The question makes him blink once, slowly, if only to accentuate the answer without really answering in the first place. Read as: yes, he’s probably slower than most people his age with this kinda stuff. It’s still beyond him, all of this, especially the fact Aoi was doing this because he wanted to.

Tsuna processes the words and feels his nose wrinkle a bit at the comparison. “I.. w-well.. use a less gross comparison,” he mutters, an eye closing at the exaggerated exhale. Oh please, stop being so dramatic.

At least he left room with the ‘might actually enjoy it’ for Tsuna to fall back on. He’ll deny it to hell and back after this, the brunet was sure. He wouldn’t hear the end of it, either. His thought process comes to a sudden, well-timed stop when Aoi’s lips press against his own again, too.

Brown eyes squeeze shut in his obvious, messy attempt to do as he was (sort of) told. Tsuna struggles for a second or two to relax back against the bed and arm wrapped around him, arms finally putting some effort into moving– just to set his hands sort of awkwardly against Aoi’s shoulders. That should.. be fine, he figures as well because that’s where they’re staying. 

It takes another second or two for Tsuna to sort of.. kinda just.. melt into the kiss itself. It didn’t feel awful and it’s not like it was bad, and if he were honest under not-so-unwilling circumstances, he might actually like it. At least that’s what he assumes when he finally responds, lips pressing back probably as lightly as possible.

     The response to his kiss wasn’t horrible, but it was as weak and hesitant as he expected it to be; about right for one lacking any kind of experience. The difference between them was so ginormous it was almost hilarious.

     The hands against his shoulders may as well not be there at all, limp enough to slide off should he stop paying attention to them. At least he could finally relax against the mattress, lips returning his advance light as a feather. It sent a rush of butterflies through him, for whatever reason, and with his heart fluttering he pushed more roughly against those lips and drove him further into the pillow. It lasted only a second or two before the older withdrew-- he left about an inch between them as he let out a chuckle, then pulled back until he could see his face.

     “Four out of ten. A failing grade, but not bad, chickie.” He found it both hilarious and rather cute that Tsuna reacted the way he did, and also listened to his request, even if it had taken all night. That’d teach him not to act smart with him, and he got to taste what he’d been stuck with.

     Definitely not bad.

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( ✲* : doomsday.

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deximo:

Tsuna sometimes found it hard to believe how over dramatic Aoi could be until he, once again without fail, proceeded to show him just how over dramatic he was. Like right now. The flailing under such a light weight, aka the pillow, was almost too violent of a reaction. He watches him fight with the thing anyways, eyebrows raising minutely as Aoi finds the edges of the pillow and lift it off of his face.

At least he hadn’t decided to complain about it. But the words that followed Aoi’s freedom from the pillow weren’t much better. Tsuna could feel his nose wrinkle and he chose not to even dignify the words with any kind of verbal response. This cguy could think these conceited thoughts all he wanted.

It didn’t make them true.

Well, not yet at least.

The question changes his train of thought for the better and Tsuna shrugs his shoulders once before they sag just the smallest bit. “I dunno. I was never good at learning from demonstration anyway, so I just never followed along I guess..” he replies, a hand lifting to scratch at the back of his head. The parents bit was a little awkward, Tsuna really wasn’t about to get into that topic– the one concerning his dad, at least.

“A-and I just never asked my mom to, so I guess she figured I didn’t wanna learn?” His friends had been the ones that ended up teaching him, in the long run, but none of it really stuck either. He just preferred to go with the ‘I can’t swim’ rather than ‘I can kind of swim but it’s hard and I just would rather not’.

     “Mmm...” He couldn’t really believe it. Swimming was a basic human skill, like riding a bike or even running was. Could Tsuna ride a bike? He sure couldn’t run, as he found out with how many times the idiot had tripped over nothing, but it couldn’t be impossible for the smaller to learn either of those things. I just may take a solid month of training. Or two. He’d hope not three.

     A smirk settled onto his face as he asked  question already knew the answer to, most likely.

     “Want me to teach you? I’ll hold your hand the whole way.” He was serious about the suggestion, but considering what Tsuna had just finished ignoring him for, the chances of him saying yes were about 0.01%.

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[deximo]

Aoi’s way of thinking was so selfish in comparison to his own, it was just more obvious with every response the other teen answered Tsuna’s questions with. It was obvious that the replies were the first, most natural things to come to Aoi but it was still incredible how different their thought processes were. Tsuna had a hard time understanding how the other could think like this, if he were to be honest. 

He was someone who was always thinking about others and their best interests rather than his own, so it was completely new to him. Tsuna almost wondered what it was like.

The arm that suddenly snakes underneath his back to pull them closer startles the shorter male and a small noise of indignation slips out, the warmth tinging his ears making them turn a darker red. His cheeks couldn’t really get any redder, at this point. His ears were going to match in colour, soon.

“Th.. this isn’t what I meant,” Tsuna objects, trying to shrink away from Aoi without much.. or any, success. So selfish, seriously. 

And the question did make him actually consider it– something he didn’t do with a lot of Aoi’s ridiculously self centered questions. Not like he was even given a chance to answer, either, because their lips met again and another (muffled) noise escapes; in complaint, this time. He had to stop doing that. And this one lasted longer, too, Tsuna realizes when he inhales sharply as Aoi pulls back again.

God, this was probably going to be the way he died. His arms hadn’t moved, either, despite the restraint being gone too– there was nowhere to put them, besides..

No, no. Absolutely not. No way in hell. Ugh, just– “What d-do you want me to do?” Give him a straight answer within his ability and maybe he’ll actually do it.

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     The feeling of being spoiled was one so great he actively searched for it. Perhaps he indulged too often, but he felt, with the lack of spoiling otherwise, he deserved to be this selfish. He had to wonder if Tsuna had ever been spoiled himself, an idea that was likely wrong thanks to the way he responded to any of his selfish remarks. If the little chick was lucky, he’d get to see what it meant to truly be lavished upon, one day.

     But it seemed, currently, that Tsuna wasn’t earning any points. His face immediately fell into one of disbelief at his answer.

     “You’re really slow about this kinda stuff, aren’t you?” Guess that’s why his nickname is what it is, but still... He sighed, loudly. “Fine, I’ll put it in baby terms. You know how to kiss back, right? Lean into it. Move a little. Don’t just lie there like a dead duck.” He blew out a small gust of air then, tossing the younger’s hair about his face.

     “I can’t believe I have to teach you.... Alright, one more time. Return it like you might actually enjoy it and then you’re free.” He was beginning to think his kisses didn’t work on someone, which would be the first time ever. Then he leaned in to catch his soft lips for hopefully the last time of the night.

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“Watch your mouth, kid. I just need some cash to buy this last drink before they run out, kora!”

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     “Oooh, now you’re bullying me? You’ve hurt my feelings.”

     “I might just have to buy that last drink for myself...”

[terratimida]

“And ditch him while you throw him into a pool where he can’t swim? No way.” Wringing out his uniform jack was utterly useless, his hoodie, his pants, everything, was soaked through from the ‘swim’ he took. Why did he bother.

“With Tsuna? He’s my best friend… I’d do anything for him.” Looking over to Aoi with almost a scowl, he slipped back on his jacket, “Why does it matter to you?”

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     “Two drowning is much worse than one drowning. Can’t do much if you’re both wriggling to stay afloat, can you? Unless you can swim.” His hands dripped with water from the cascade that poured from his coat when he rang it, and as he straightened up the droplets were flicked towards his company’s face.

     “Hmmm...” His smile never left his face once, as if he welcomed the scowl that was forming. Best friend, huh? Why had that given him such a bad feeling? Almost as if something was terribly wrong about the situation...

     “That so? The baby chick’s become a very close friend of mine as well, recently. I thought I’d get to know the people he considers friends.” After a fast shake of his head to free his hair from as much water as he could, his fingers thread through to move his bangs from his eyes. With a smile broader than before, he introduces himself.

     “Kano, Aoi. Nice to meet you, cherry boy.”

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Magic… man?

“Ma-gi-cian.” He corrected for him with a pettish smirk, placing his straw atop the bottle and letting it wobble there for a second or two before he spoke up. His voice became uncharacteristically seldom, yet akin to that of a showman’s tone, although it still had that cocky childish hint to it.

“You see, magicians are not only capable of simple tricks, but we’re also gifted in making things move under our very fingertips. Some would call it sleight of hand–” Kaito mused happily, resting both his hands at either side of the straw, but not touching it. 

Then, as if turning a wheel, he began spinning the straw around to the movement of each hand, a clear distance between the extremities. No matter which direction his fingers went in, the straw obediently twisted to suit it and- with a final ‘pop’ sound from his lips, Kaito halted it by freezing his hands. “–and others would simply accept that it’s magic.”

“See?” Humming, he picked the item up and plopped it into the bottle itself, taking a celebratory drink. “Cool, right?”

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      How amusing it was that he was corrected, as if he’d never meant to call him magic man to begin with. He simply offered a smirk back at him before turning his gaze to the straw, balancing on the bottle’s rim. As the plastic began to spin without anything pulling it, you could say his mentality jumped to that of a little kid’s, eyes sparkling with amazement over something likely elementary.

     “You’re kidding me!” He sounded almost distraught over the magic trick’s ending, as if it ended too fast; he needed time to figure it out, even though he could live forever and never figure it out. He sat, quite quickly, on the other side of the table, glancing the bottle over as the teen drank happily through his straw as if nothing had happened.

     “How did you do that? Was that really magic?” He always secretly wondered if the existence of such a power was real.

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Anubis watched the stranger closely, prepared to run if he had to. He didn’t handle people who were mad well, especially Thoth, and wasn’t even sure how this person would react at all. Everyone handled anger differently though the stranger didn’t seem like the type to become physically violent. Actually, they seemed like the type who held physical appearance in high regard, mostly when it came to themselves. He could be wrong though.

As the apple was picked up Anubis ducked more behind the tree, half expecting them to throw it at him but when it didn’t come he leaned back around it to see they had instead grabbed whatever was underneath the apple. It was some… strange looking charm thing. Was it important? Maybe something used for good luck? Japan had a lot of those, he noticed, but they usually looked like little bags stuffed with something or a fat cat.

The question that followed everything was a bit confusing. Why would it matter to them if he was hungry? Weren’t they angry at him? Was it common for people here to take those they disliked out and feed them? Strange customs. “Why?”

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     “Why?” He repeated the question with a bit of disbelief, as if challenging an offering was stupid. “Why else would you have reached for an apple? Unless you were being dramatic.” His reactions sure were over the top, what with all that flinching and hiding he was doing. He wasn’t that scary, was he? No one ever took him as such-- at least not until they got to know him, or the rumors behind his last name.

     “If you’re hungry, you go eat. That’s just how it is.” He recalled there being a cafe near the area. He supposed he could treat the boy with odd everything to something nice, given the generous person he was. Not that it’d come at no cost, though; he needed one thing before they left.

     “Since I’m nice, I’ll take you to eat something at that cafe over there. But first: apologize.”

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( ✲* : cinq.

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In Tokyo, these kind of places were located in places that he never got anywhere near to so Mitobe didn’t realize that he was in a host club until a few minutes after he walked in. 

He was planning to escape but someone greeted him before he managed to do so, it would probably be too rude for him to run out now.

He nodded. He guess if he was being completely honest he was a bit curious about host clubs so he might as well try, if anyone from back home found out he’ll probably die from the embarrassment though.

He followed him and just sit on the table nearest to him in silence, too nervous to know what else to do. 

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     The nod was eloquent communication. He found it a little strange that the male had no words to say, expressing himself quietly instead. Perhaps he was shy? He’d guess anyone would be when presented to a bunch of attractive people, himself included. There weren’t many bold clients here.

     Nonetheless, he regarded it as a challenge. How fun would it be to get him to speak by the end of their time together?

     The host sat across from his guest, sitting gracefully atop the cushion, leaning his elbow against the table as his chin sat in his hand. Any attempt at being ‘professional’ was waved off as ‘stiff,’ Aoi being the most relaxed and lenient host of Angel’s Trumpet. It was often what his clients found the most likeable.

     “Kano, Aoi.” As he introduced himself with a kind smile, he picked up a bottle of sparkling water left on the table and tilted it with skill to fill up the tall crystal glass in front of his company. He then picked it up and offered it directly to him, locking eye contact with those grey optics. “And you are?”

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“Hey, kora! Give me some money, will you?”

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     “Kora?”

     “What’s a grown ass adult asking a kid for money, anyway? Get a job.”

[halcyxon-blog]

I’m close to tears because my laptop is giving me the ‘hard drive failure’ warning and I’m scared I’d have to end up going on hiatus indefinitely and leaving everyone and everything behind…

I’m opening art commissions. Because I can’t deal with this. I can’t lose my laptop. I can’t lose the only form of communication I have. this is the information I put out for it.

Please, please spread this around, I just… I can’t. I can’t deal with this. I’m scared out of my mind.

I’m sorry