LITTLE PRINCE.

ind. pri. sel.tori himemiya of enstars.temp. theme.est. october 2016.

[himememeya-blog]

AH, MY GAYS!

excitement apparent through his expression as he made his way towards his beloved. digits tightly holding onto the wrapped gift as he worried whether tori would like it or not. after all, it is just a commoner’s gift. despite that, the hand knit scarf was an immaculate white with baby blue trim, an attempt to copy fine’s unit colors. “t-tori, happy birthday!” hajime smiled, as he pushed his gift into the other’s hands and leaned in to plant a chaste kiss upon the other’s lips. it was a bold move for the timid boy, but he was excited, it was a special day after all. it was the birth of the one he loved.

         A bobbing blue head sends pink brows perking with quiet expectation. It is, after all, one VERY special day, that Hajime wouldn’t dare forget--- right? He rises from his fountainside perch, one dainty hand outstretched in waiting.

         Of course, he isn’t actually expecting something. Not something tangible, anyhow, and the presence of one neatly & classy gift in his palm paints a prominent PINK across his cheeks. And, as if this simple gesture isn’t already overwhelming, the kiss sends his heart into overdrive.

         “ Sh-shinooo !! ” he cries, teary eyes clenched shut, and throws himself rather UNCEREMONIOUSLY at his beloved’s chest.

                                       “ I love you SOOOOOOOOOO much !! ”

                                    They don’t call it ‘ sweet sixteen ’ for nothing.

[nyasthetique-deactivated2017030]

—— ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A WICKED WITCH NAMED AGATHA.

[thathottiesoutofmyleague]

When a devil falls in love, it’s the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.

(via thathottiesoutofmyleague)

[yaoi-obsession]

[himememeya-blog]

BELOW THE SURFACE EVERYONE IS PRETTY COMPLICATED. BASED ON YOUR ANSWERS, WE THINK THE FOLLOWING THREE TRAITS ARE IMPORTANT STRANDS IN YOUR PERSONALITY.

NEEDINESS

Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defences and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretence is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SENSITIVITY

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

TAGGED BY: @castlvry TAGGING: @teloscent @forglories @gentld @eslien

[starcaught-blog]

" Senpai, you drive me bwananas. "

                   ❛   you make my bwalls drop   !   ❜

[starcaught-blog]

b-bwa.... kagehira-senpai..... bwaaaa.....

                     ❛   ―   himemiya   -   kun   ..   you make my bwart race   ♥   ❜

[krycca]

Coin-operated boy Sitting on the shelf he is just a toy But I turn him on and he comes to life Automatic joy That is why I want a coin-operated boy

[himememeya-blog]

[kyanii-adventures]

╚»★«╝ ＥＮＳＥＭＢＬＥ ＳＴＡＲＳ ╚»★«╝ - 『Aesthetics』

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XFine: Tori Himemiya

“You’re all frolicking around too much, cattle~☆ ”

[himememeya-blog]

( CONT. ) @gentld​

         Fingers lace behind his back. The inquisitive pucker of his lips is a CLEVER disguise for what lies beneath. A spark of something--- mischief or apprehension?--- flickers like tinsel in his eyes. The original accusation takes a serious turn, for he is suddenly stricken with panic:

                                   What if Hajime HAD been waiting for someone?

         For someone as sweet and loving as he, for someone to take his hands and kiss the harsh bite of winter from his lips? The thought strums a bitter chord in Tori’s heart as wave after wave of worst-case-scenarios flood his mind. Empty hands and turned backs plague intrusive thoughts; Tori fears his nightmares realized.

         “ ---YEAH. Real silly. What’s so special ‘bout a stupid leaf, anyway? ” he replies, though his nod is halfhearted at best. The implications of the exchange are not lost on him; Hajime is most certainly not spilling his tea, and Tori remains oblivious to the flavor.

         He does know, however, that the thought of someone whisking the boy away fills him with unbearable agony. JEALOUSY, even. It clamps around his heart like an iron fist, squeezing so tight it sends his pulse racing just to keep a steady circulation. It is almost in instinct that his dainty fingers clamp ‘round the hem of Hajime’s coat like the pincers of a crab--- oh-so-reluctant to let go. He parts his lips to speak, but the other’s voice flows first, and creeps so boldly forward that Tori is left red-faced and awe-stricken. The bravery and sincerity of it absolutely reeks of Christmas miracle.

         It is over in seconds, but the slow rise and fall of his own lashes feels like an eternity. Snow MELTS ‘round him, turning winter to summer as he floats in the blissful warmth of cloud nine--- or, rather, the gentle puff of breath upon his cheek. In hindsight, a cheek kiss should not make him quite so giddy, but his cheshire smile and bubbling giggles will not be subsided by something as trivial as rationality. 

         Tori reaches upwards, grasping in a frenzy of newfound Christmas spirit at the taller boy’s collar. A firm yank pulls Hajime down and Tori up to the tips of his tingling toes, lips colliding with every ounce of angular awkwardness that comes with a first. He doesn’t care.

  Instead, he takes that very moment to inwardly declare that Hajime Shino is his, and only his.

       “ Merry christmas, Hajime. ” he hums, millimeters apart and absolutely shameless.

[gentld-blog]

" You've been standing there for a while, y'know. " He is quick to call out, pouting as emerald eyes not-so-subtly flick to the seasonal greenery hanging from the ceiling. He is visibly disgrutned. " Ehh.... Are you waiting for someone? Shino, you're not in THAT kind of relationship, right? And you DEFINITELY wouldn't hide it from me... right? "

has he been CAUGHT? he had tried to be as indiscreet as possible, but leave it to tori to notice ( or perhaps hajime was just bad at keeping things hidden ). unable to hide the REDDENING of his cheeks, he felt his face heat up and hoped the other failed to notice. just do it. hajime repeated to himself as his fingers knit together, fumbling with the hem of his coat in utter nervousness. it’s so unlike him; the mistletoe was such a BOLD symbol and bold is the very opposite of his timid nature. 

“…i-it’s not like that.” he was quick to DEFEND, but his voice was seeped with uncertainty. the thought of being in such a relationship always EMBARRASSED hajime ( just thinking of holding hands made the boy flustered ), but if it were with tori, then maybe he wouldn’t mind. such an idea had been reoccurring in his mind. was it WRONG? was he wrong? his eyes flickered up towards the mistletoe. was this his chance to test the rising feelings.

he always felt the greenery was SILLY. why would people need an excuse to kiss someone? yet here was, relying on the excuse to do something he never would have thought himself to do. would tori be mad? would this cause a rift in their relationship? DOUBTS piled upon doubts as he tried to picture each scenario that this would invoke — his favorite, of course, is the image of tori not outright rejecting him ( how could hajime go on with the heartbreak AND embarrassment of ruining his relationship with tori? ). 

“i’d tell you anything, you know that…” well, except maybe these newfound feelings that he worked hard to keep buried. he felt a twinge of GUILT in hiding this from tori, but this could be a chance for them to shine through. if they were unable to be seen from this small action then perhaps they are better off being buried deeper. “…the tradition surrounding a mistletoe is rather silly, don’t you think?” he emitted a small, NERVOUS chuckle as his grasp tightened on his hem. his gaze tore from the mistletoe and returned to look at the boy beside him. 

“though, since it’s tradition, m-maybe we should, um,” be brave, shino, “we’re here.” were the final words he spoke FEARING if he were to speak more, he’d have second thoughts of performing such an uncharacteristic action. his hands removed from his own clothing and settled upon the shoulders of the other. his motions were made to be SWIFT as to not give any time for doubts or rejection. his soft, inexperienced lips pressed against tori’s cheek ( his lips landed closer to the other’s than he would have liked, but perhaps it wasn’t a bad thing ). hajime had been used to cheek kisses because of his younger siblings but this meant much more and he only HOPED tori could understand. 

unsure of when the opportune time to pull away was, he let the contact LINGER for a second more before retracting himself. his hand fell from shoulders to tori’s wrist and he gave a soft squeeze. there were no regrets, he was HAPPY.

“…merry christmas, tori.”

[himememeya-blog]

♔. CLUMSY

“e-eh!?” he already knew the TRUTH, but the words had broken his concentration as his arms flung outward and flailed about. the only relief he had was feeling the other’s WARMTH provided to sooth the nervous boy. the connection they shared relied on their fingers fitting perfectly together as hajime squeezed once more ( both for regaining his balance and to make sure it was real, he was actually holding hands with tori ). 

“i know i’m… bad at this, but…” his words trailed off as his eyes glinted UNCERTAINTY as he slowly glided atop the ice, “thank you for taking the time to teach me, tori-kun.” firmly lifting his gaze, hajime set into a smile that was RESERVED only for the other. he was thankful, really thankful just to be able to spend time with tori such as this. his moment of balance was short-lived, however, as a chunk of ice tripped him up and made him return to a flailing mess.

         Tori can’t help but LAUGH at his companion’s fumbling. He is so wobbly, so flustered, so very unlike the image of an idol that it’d be embarrassing ( if it weren’t so damned CUTE ). Of course, Hajime’s clumsiness is no surprise, for his so-called teacher is doing less teaching and more aimless spinning. Truthfully, he doesn’t know the first thing about teaching, and frankly, it sounds a little too boring for his tastes.

         “ You’re pretty LUCKY! I always have fun when I’m with Shino, so I don’t mind at all. ”

         It is a rare and welcome feat--- there are precious few people whose company he can tolerate, and fewer STILL who tolerate his in turn. Friendship is an elusive being to him, long overdue and new in every aspect. Exchanging touches and words and smiles--- ( who knew a commoner’s SMILE could bring him such indescribable joy? ) Lips curl in turn, painting his cheeks with the sun’s own radiance. He laughs.

         It’s blinding, apparently, for in just a MOMENT, the grace of his previous strides is completely obliterated. Diverted attention fails to spot Hajime’s inevitable stumble, and the sheer inertia is enough to knock Tori clean off his slippery skates. They fall in tandem, fingers grasping for a last-ditch attempt at balance. Tori’s instead find the thick fabric of an old coat.

         Ice is certainly no cushion, but despite a bruised backside, not a sing complaint flows from his lips. INSTEAD, there is simply more laughter. Soft and sweet, echoing ‘round the rink as his hold around Hajime yet tightens.

                                                  “ ---TOLD you I’d catch ya! ”

                               He’s never felt so happy about another’s own mishap.

[himememeya-blog]

@gentld

                                                       “ You really SUCK at this. ”

          Despite the harshness of his words, he is smiling wide ‘neath his woolen scarf. It is with an almost inhuman finesse ( quite contradictory to Tori’s typical demeanor ) that he glides backwards, spread-eagled and perfectly balanced. He takes no stumble, no cautious glance over his shoulder; instead his wide eyes are trained exclusively on the wobbling boy before him, whose precarious balance relies solely on their interlocking fingers. 

        “ Don’t look so worried. A good master never lets his slave fall down. I’ll catch you!  ♪ ”

[himememeya-blog]

't-tori-kun, if you want, maybe we could... go out ice-skating together?'

         “ Shino, you can skate? ” ICE - SKATING is a staple wintertime sport; solitary, and therefore befitting the eldest Himemiya. “ WELL, probably not as good as me--- I’ll show you some of my special tricks! ”

[teloscent-blog]

[starcaught-blog]

teloscent:

—I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN BECOME AN IDOL OR A HERO, BUT I HATE THIS ME WHO IS NOTHING SO, SEE? I WANT TO TRY DOING MY BEST, TOO, WITH EVERYTHING I CAN!

[himememeya-blog]

♔. SOFT

     ( @himememeya​ )

“ah, tori-kun, you’ve come to look at the flowers again? they seem DELIGHTED to see you~” there was a gentle chuckle as hajime covered his growing smile with his right wrist. he always felt a twinge of HAPPINESS whenever tori showed up. of course he knew better than to assume tori came for the simple pleasure of seeing him ( no, those were FORBIDDEN thoughts ), but daydreaming was hajime’s hobby and if he wanted to use his time to daydream of his friend, then he surely will. 

“oh, i… i got a little lost in thought, heh… what was it you were saying?” 

         AH, FLOWERS! Delicate clusters of fleeting beauty; like idols, their pretty dances come and go with the wind. Tori takes his places beside the gardener, and suddenly he is a tulip blooming in the spring air, THRIVING ‘neath Hajime’s tender gaze. What is it about this boy, this simple commoner, that turns his lips in glee? All the wealth in the world has never made him feel so special.

         “ ‘COURSE they are! They probably noticed my beauty and recognized me as their king. ” half-joking, wishful thinking. “ ---that makes you the queen, yeah? ” Eyes wide, his faux-triumph projects itself towards hajime, but the glaze of his eyes denotes a marked lack of attention. Tori ( ATTENTION IS HIS SUSTENANCE; HE NEEDS IT TO BREATHE. ) displays a prominent, thick-lipped pout.

         When reality hits, he makes a show of his disappointment, inching forward with pink brows furrowed. He is like a child in this way, though his minor tantrums are quite temporary. ( He’s always found it DIFFICULT to keep a temper around Hajime ).

         “ Shiii-nooo. ” A swift uppercut motion, and petite fingers clamp ‘round the other’s unsuspecting nose. “ You’d BETTER be thinking about me. I won’t forgive you for ignoring me. ”

                                                     Not like everyone else does.

                                        ( YOU’RE SO UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE. )