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“here,” the little box is placed in front of shinji. there’s two pieces of yellow cake inside, containing strawberry filling and vanilla buttercream frosting. a macaron is placed on top of both. “there’s a bigger cake prepared for the others when they arrive later. this is for us.”
kaworu settles down next to shinji, bumps their shoulders together. the tips of his fingers ghost over the other’s wrist to feel his pulse beneath his touch, and to admire the ring gifted to shinji earlier shining on his finger. “i hope it’s good.”
❛ ━━━━ THIS IS -- ❜ he wanted to collapse in his arms & spend the rest of this day with him. the thought of possibly boiling beneath the stares of his peers left him with a sickening feeling of dread. his birthday hadn’t always been so lovely. hadn’t always been yellow cake with delicious frosting. at one time it’d been cool rooms singing birthday songs to him, the white walls filling in the empty spaces. the noises of familiar notes trying to create vivid colors from nothing. ❛ THANK YOU -- ❜
a sudden rush of air as he pulls himself to the present. his palm finding kaworu’s, fingers lacing together as easily as sliding into bed after a long day. there’s comfort in his lover’s palm, another world made of wholesome stars. when he catches the red glint of his eye, he’s sucked through a wormhole & planted in a universe where magic existed.
❛ i think i’d love it whether it’s good or not. ❜
you are worth it! you're loved! be happy! stay positive! don't forget to eat or drink water today! take care of yourself, friend! <3
WEEPS GENTLY. This is so nice. bless u friend. hope ur days are good and happy and stress free. ♡
– continuation of this ask post || @nervsdog·
« If… only if it does not last too long. I have important business to attend tomorrow and I can’t lose the entire night celebrating. You should… do the same. »
words had been surprisingly hard to pronunce and the man didn’t even know why; after all that one wasn’t the first time he had talked with his son; it couldn’t have been called nervousness though. insecurity. here. that would have been a more appropriate word. the thought of congratulating with Shinji had been slightly hard to accept, but he had done it now, despite any initial thought or idea lurking in his mind. there was no coming back.
Shinji’s birthday – time had surely passed and so many things had changed since the day of his birth. neverthless, he felt refusing his offer would have been… not appropriate. only that time… sure, maybe he wouldn’t have had the “time of his life” at a child’s birthday party with all those people. he didn’t like confusion. yet that sentence, that last words… only this time, only this time…
❛ ━━━━ O-OH. I UNDERSTAND. ❜ still, there was a fluttering in his heart. the kind that stewed hotly somewhere in the pit of his belly. a mixture of discontent & a genetic need to please his father. often times, the words were difficult to find when he stood before him. only when they’d stayed long -- cooking -- in his throat did his words finally decide to leave his tongue in rapid whooshes of air. now, he stood with his fingers laced together in front of him. avoiding eye contact with his father, shinji found it strenuous to gather the courage to look at ikari gendo for too long.
they’d been the same in that aspect. ( although, shinji would never think of himself as familiar at all to his own father. to the boy, he’d felt as different from him as fire from water. ) both father & son found themselves struggling to string words together, appropriate sentences that fit their current situations. they’d rather find themselves in a simple, synthetic world of their choosing, but the boy dared to hope. a flicker of his eyes finding themselves glancing upward.
❛ do you think you could stay long enough to light the candles of my cake? ❜
shinji-kun
*slams dunks his head into the basket* ENOUGH !!!!
It’s not much but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINJI!!!!
seelesdog replied: *kaworu voice* i swear to all that is holy (like me) if you dont stay for the damn party gender ikari i’ll come to your house and move all your furniture 2 inches to the left so you keep banging into them and cant figure out why
« ... congratulations. » [ pls forgive him shinji you do deserve all the best wishes ;-; ]
❛ ━━━━ THANK YOU, FATHER. ❜ it’s genuine. the way the words leave his lips left him dizzy from the formality. though the attention fills his head with air, floating off the ground to collide with the sun. it’d been the first time he’d ever received any sort of acknowledgement for the day of his birth from ikari gendo, the man who’d given him a name. the air that filled his head seeped slowly from his ears & left him him swimming in the setting sun. yellow splotches of color on the walls, the color meant to portray happiness.
❛ ━━━━ are– are you staying for the party? ❜
"--Hey look a' that, we share t' same day of birth, kiddo.Well, Happy birthday!" There's totally nothing strange about stranger saying happy birthday because some white haired boy demanded her to. Nope.
❛ ━━━━ O-OH. DO WE? ❜ his presses the edge of his finger to his lips, forcing a smile to form upon them before he drops his hand. they slip quietly into his pockets before he gives the woman a short bow. there’s a tangled ball of nerves in his chest, tight underneath his ribs. shinji forces it down, attempting to enjoy the attention he was being given from the stranger. ❛ happy birthday to you as well, then! ❜
happy..... birthday....... hm....
a small smile is given, a sweeping curve of lips that reaches his eyes like a burst of light. shinji bows low, the fringe of his hair tickling his eyelids as he does so. ❛ ━━━━ THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MITA. ❜ when he lifts his head, his eyes are bright. the smile he’d given her still large on his lips. there is an odd sense of comfort with the girl. perhaps because she is soft spoken, her words are not loud. not grating or irritating his fragile stability.
❛ ━━━━ would you like some cake? ❜
"happy birthday you stupid fucking idiot i didnt buy you anything!"
❛ ━━━━ I WOULDN’T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU, ANYWAY. ❜ his brows furrow angrily, contorting his face. ❛ whatever you would’ve bought me would have spoiled from one look from you. ❜
smoothly, he slides up behind the other to fit himself against his back. arms circle around shinji, kaworu's nose brushing over the shell of his ear, and he pushes a medium-sized, meticulously wrapped box into his hands. inside is an assortment of ( rather expensive ) chocolates, but also a silver ring embedded with vibrant red and blue gemstones. a kiss to shinji's earlobe is given, playful. "happy birthday, shinji. i love you."
the box is held carefully in his hands, slender fingers treating the present as if it were precious glass. ( precious it was to him, when it was gifted by a boy he loved very much. it was like he held kaworu’s heart in his hands. a heart that smelled of chocolate & silver, luminous like cherished stone. ) many birthdays have come & gone in the span of his short life. some had been celebrated, others left forgotten like an abrupt heavy rain. he remembers fondly the taste of cake. it’d been small & round, no bigger than his fist. sensei had quietly sung happy birthday as the sun went down. BUT THIS ONE WAS SPECIAL. shinji’s familiar blush accenting the happy curl of his lips, a shiver running down his spine at the touch of kaworu’s kiss. ❛ ━━━━ YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GET ME ANYTHING. ❜ but he cannot ignore the glowing happiness that burns white hot in his chest as he turns to press his lips to the sharp edge of his jaw.
❛ BUT T-THANK YOU. ❜ mouth brushing against his skin, sewing adoration into his skin. the stark blue of his eyes shines like a star, gaseous orbs of light behind the dark pupils. there are galaxy hidden inside him, unexplored. he glances back down towards the box, as carefully wrapped as kaworu was beautiful. too graceful to be held in his clumsy hands. ❛ ━━ i love you, too. ❜
💖👀
boop.
okay so you all know that a few weeks ago i was asking for help regarding an overdraft i was never notified about until a letter in the mail telling me i was -$210.89, despite the fact i hadn’t paid for anything with my card in ages. i had a few people send money and got me to -$140.89 and i’m still at that amount.
i don’t know how i got an overdraft in the first place, and there’s no way i can get a job ( which i’ve been looking for but keep getting turned away because scary mentally ill person ) in enough time to properly pay it off before it starts getting worse again.
my paypal is: [email protected], it has my dead name but i trust you guys to keep it out of your mouths and never bring it up to me.
and if you want something in return for the money, i’ll do writing commissions or something. i don’t know if i’ll be able to do long stuff because i’ve been mentally and physically exhausted lately.
if you could signal boost this, i’d appreciate it.
♡ PLAY THE PIANO ON MY HEART YOU WHITE-HAIRED FUCK.
hello everyone! well, it’s june 1st here! meaning that this blog is officially one month old! `v` some of you probably remember when i did my first bias list when i hit 100 maybe less than a week of being active here. but… look at this… we’ve climbed this whole mountain. i don’t think i’ve ever gotten 300 followers on a role play blog in the span of a month. it just makes me happy people love my writing and portrayal so much. kaworu is one of my comfort characters so knowing i’m doing something right with him honestly makes me feel all warm and mushy and gross inside. anyway, if i could, i’d list everyone i follow / who follows me, but i’m not gonna do that ‘cus i’m lazy. just know i appreciate all of you even if you’re not listed here. 💝 zach!
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hugs him from behind and nuzzles into his hair. whines because he wants attention. :(
dinner was almost done. their little apartment smelling completely of seasoned vegetables & meat sizzling in oil. it was a lovely scent, something he’s gotten accustomed to. shinji had taken to wearing an apron, a bit too large for him, but it kept his clothes from being ruined. he happily hummed as he worked, an old tune he heard kaworu often start to hum when he thought he was alone. ❛ ━━━━ !! ❜
a surprised gasp, quickly followed by a quiet smile as he realized it was the boy he loved who’d wrapped his arms around him. the attention makes his heart warm underneath his ribs, threatening to break free if he hadn’t quickly settled it down. his voice is nearly breathless as he speaks, a heady, familiar blush crawling over his cheeks. the blush never seemed to disappear. ❛ ━━━━ DINNER IS ALMOST READY. ❜ almost melting in his arms, he forgoes the pots & pans. turning on his heel, fingers reaching to find the sharp curves of kaworu’s jaw. his thumbs are gentle along his cheekbones as he carefully presses his lips to kaworu’s own. these were times his own embarrassment seemed to take a seat, ribs expanding to take a breath & he stands on the tips of his toes to give him an ever lingering kiss. ❛ i hope you’re hungry. ❜ he speaks into his lips, refusing to fall back on his heels until he’d stolen ever bit of breath.
