P I P I T

Independent roleplay blog for Pipit from LOZ: Skyward Sword, written by Mashu.kun . Blog since 5.12.16 . Tracking the tag— Pipitonpatrol

[pipitonpatrol]

( tenebriism )—

       To say he wasn’t pleased when the large redhead was removed from the situation would be a terrible lie, so much that he barely fought off the cheeky grin that threatened to tug at his lips as the much smaller, yet clearly more mature brunette replaced the short fused oaf. Now, perhaps he could speak without interruption.

       – to hear that Link had already mentioned him, however, came as a surprise to the shade, made evident by the raise of twin silver brows. Naturally, to come across a darker version of one’s self would be cause for gossip, yet to hear that word had spread so quickly… he could only wonder if the things Link had uttered were good or bad. The absence of a drawn blade was a good sign for now, so perhaps not all of it had been negative.

   “I came in search of the hero. I know not what he told you,    but it is thanks to him that I draw breath still… but I hadn’t    the chance to thank him yet. Honest to Hylia, I hadn’t a single    intention of harming any of your people.”

       … save for one, but this freckled knight had likely just saved his life by dismissing him. That part went unspoken, even if he had a feeling the brunette would not completely go against Dark’s actions.

   “I trust your judgment more than your friend’s, however, so do    with me what you deem fit. I only ask that you extend my thanks    to Link.”

     ❝It most certainly is thanks to him that you live. Most here would rather see your head on a silver platter...❞ Pipit took a step forward, gaze still intense as he stared the other down, though after a long, silent pause he sighed and shook his head, features relaxing as he extended his hand to the other. ❝I will not allow that fantasy to come to pass, however.❞ 

     The knight hoisted the shade to his feet and took a cautionary step back once the other was standing, still not fully trusting Link’s dark counterpart despite the hero’s odd sense of certainty. The Skyloftian nodded for Dark to follow as he made for the exit, talking while they walked.  ❝If extending your thanks truly is your intent then I should inform you that Link is away— though that does not mean this place is anything less than well protected.❞ 

     An offered side glance, and then Pipit was looking ahead once more, steps long and full of purpose as he made for their destination. ❝But he speaks as though you are now a friend to our people, and as such you will be treated as so. You are welcome to stay, though with constant supervision until he returns. I’m sure you’ll understand— Oh, and I’ll be needing that sword, too.❞

[moonlightmajutsushi]

Does it hurt?       Yes. But I’d rather take the pain                                  bleed d i e         a thousand times, than let you come to harm                                             once.

[pipitonpatrol]

(  tenebriism )—

       – the hero would be much displeased to hear he had gotten caught so soon, he reckoned.

Ah, but perhaps that should not be his main concern.

       Confined to a small space in what he presumed was the island academy’s training room, it was with barely a hint of emotion in his gaze that he stared at the bulbous figure blocking the only entrance (and exit) to the building. As if the pomp’d youth needed anymore of a reason to assert his control over the situation, he seemed adamant on getting it across to the silent silverette that he could just as easily toss him off the side of the island lest he decided to cooperate.

       What or who, pray tell, was he to cooperate with exactly? Prior to his confinement, he had made it blatantly obvious that his reasoning for intruding had been due to his pressing search for the hero, whom he knew once resided here - Link, however, was nowhere to be found upon entry, and instead of the welcoming face of the green-clad male whom had saved his life, he was met with quite the opposite.

  “I’ve told you many a time that I’m not here to stir up trouble.    You’ve stripped me of my weapons and you’ve an abundance    of methods to use against me to end my life - I would not be so    foolish as to test the genuineness of your threats.”

       He failed to contain the frustrated sigh that passed from his lips as he awaited the arrival of anybody else, hoping they would be more willing to talk in a much more mature fashion. If he or she decided it would be best to eradicate the supposed threat, that being himself, then Dark would respect the island’s wishes. At the very least, he simply wanted to present his case and attempt to save his own life, but alas, he could not achieve that with someone who possessed such a short fuse. 

     There were very strict procedures in place for scenarios such as this— rules set, made clear and repetitively drilled into the minds of those training for knighthood, though it seemed Groose’s stupidity surpassed all expectations as he once again dismissed all he had learned, taking matters into his own hands when Dark came into view. The muscular redhead escorted the other to the academy with an unnecessary amount of force, grip firm and rough as he dragged the silverette by the arm and practically threw him inside. 

     Oh, Groose knew who Dark was and was well aware of his part in everything, and he had no intention of letting it slide, procedures be damned. He blocked the doorway and cracked his knuckles, shaking his head and staring Dark down as he contemplated how to deal with the little punk while he waited for the officials to show, having sent word upon their arrival. 

     It didn’t take long for Pipit to hear of the situation, however, and the rash Skyloftian had no chance to act on his violent impulses as the freckled knight shoved him aside and stepped into the room, glaring hard at the larger before he dismissed him and turned his attention to the intruder instead. Groose would certainly get an earful, Pipit would be sure of that, but there were more pressing matters that needed his attention. Specifically, the unarmed warrior sitting on the training room floor, and why he could possibly be here of all places. ❝Link told me about you...❞ He paused, eyes narrowing with suspicion as he crossed his arms. ❝Why are you here?❞

[pipitonpatrol]

(  singinghomo )—

A voice that lulled into a sense of security with arms to protect him, Anthony hasn’t felt this safe in a long time. He nuzzles into the other, allowing their warmth to be shared and their breathing to synchronize together. As Pipit confesses again how much he loves Anthony, the brunet himself can’t help but close his eyes, relish in the words of love that were delivered to him. Was this what happiness felt like? It had been two years… two years hoping he would feel this way again, and now it has finally come.

The house had finally become quiet, and the two of them slowly drifted off to sleep, holding one another on the floor. Any and all commotion had finally died down and if any neighbors were listening in, they had long since disappeared.

Hours passed as the two slept, dreaming of one another.

By the time Anthony had awoken it was night and his eyes had a hard time adjusting to the darkness. There were no lights on and he struggled to make out what was in the room.

❝ Pipit… ❞ The boy speaks, shaking the other gently, ❝ Pipit wake up… we fell asleep. ❞ It’s not that Anthony was afraid of the dark, it’s just that the pitch blackness in a place sort of unfamiliar to him was unsettling. 

     It took a few tries before Anthony’s nudging finally woke the fatigued, overworked knight, blue eyes cracking open ever so slightly to absently gaze off into the darkness as he stirred. He took a moment to process the other’s words before he made en effort to sit up and stretch, groaning when he popped his neck, digging blunt fingers into the base as he rolled his shoulders and looked around, finally adjusting to the lack of light enough to start searching about. 

     It was his first time back in the home in almost a year, so it took a few moments before he was able to locate a lantern, but when he did it only took seconds to light, eyes squinting at the sudden glow. The freckled brunette glanced to his partner then and offered a soft smile, which slowly grew in size the longer he looked at his lover and basked in the fact that it wasn’t just a dream— Anthony was really here, and Pipit was the happiest he had been in two years at that fact. 

     He’d treasure each moment like it was his last, because so many times before it very well may have been. ❝Sorry, I guess I was pretty tired...❞ He chuckled and set the lantern down on the nearest table before he walked over and helped the taller to his feet, pecking him briefly on the lips and giving the palm in his own a squeeze. It all felt so easy, like the fight they had just hours before never even happened and as though they hadn’t been apart at all. ❝Are you hungry? I meant to stop by the Lumpy Pumpkin today, if you wanted to eat there.❞

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

As he sit there with the other for what seemed like hours, he could only reflect on his events and actions. The thought of what he said or done began to overwhelm him and guilt began to eat him alive. Despite being in Pipit’s warm embrace, he couldn’t help but feel the need to curl up and beat himself up for what had happened.

Pipit’s words are enough to break him out of this trance, and it snaps him out of this poor way of thinking. His tear-stained cheeks now dried, he can’t help but hum in response to his apology and his heart quickens in pace once again, but for a different reason.

❝ It’s okay… like you said– there was nothing you could do, ❞ there’s a raspiness to his voice, a side effect from all the yelling he did, ❝ The important thing is that you’re here now, right? ❞ As he talks, he nuzzles the other’s neck, taking in his scent and remembering one of the things he loves most about the other.

❝ I love you Pipit. I love you so much. ❞

     The younger couldn’t help but smile in response to the other’s words, lips finally tugging back up into their usual grin as he offered yet another kiss to the top of Anthony’s head, trailing his hands up and down the expanse of his partner’s back in a comforting string of gentle touches, nails raking ever so slightly to relax the muscles there. 

Pipit’s voice was surprisingly soft when he then spoke, tone hushed and tired as he reveled in the close proximity. ❝I love you too, Anthony.❞ He let out a breathy sigh, nuzzling in to kiss the human’s cheek before murmuring into his ear, ❝I love so much it hurts. I don’t think there are even any words to describe how you make me feel.❞ 

     He closed his already half-lidded eyes and leaned forward, resting his forehead against the other’s shoulder as he listened to the sound of Anthony’s breathing, the soothing sound slowly lulling the exhausted knight to sleep as he sat hunched there with his lover, mulling over the events from the day and thinking on what the future might hold, smile firm and unmoving even as he drifted off entirely.

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

He could feel just how turned on Pipit was getting by all of this. To be honest, he couldn’t blame the other, waves of pleasure were coursing throughout him as well, and it took ever ounce of willpower to hold back from saying “Fuck it” and doing it right in the shower. Though he isn’t opposed to the idea, he’s sure that the both of them could leave that for another day.

The two of them repeat the same process of pressing their foreheads together while the shorter makes a suggestion, and Anthony is all for it. He wants to give an answer, but Pipit is too busy sucking and biting down on Anthony’s neck and it really is distracting him. Plus, the water is oh so warm right now, and the both of them had just gotten in the shower. Leaving now would be too soon, it’d be a shower gone to waste.

With a brain at work, the male suddenly gets an idea, and it prompts him to lean into the other’s ear, whispering, ❝ How about this instead, before we head into the bedroom, I get down on my knees and… you know– pleasure you here for a bit? ❞ You can almost hear the smile in his voice as he speaks, ❝ Come on… I wanna’ stay under the water for just a while longer… plus, it benefits you, so what do you say? ❞

     Goddess, have mercy— Pipit let out a shaky breath and nodded without a moments hesitation, swallowing hard at the mental image Anthony’s hushed words brought forth, though the seductive way he whispered into his ear was enough alone to bring the knight to full arousal, member almost painfully hard with how badly he needed the other at this point. 

     ❝Yeah,❞ he breathed out, giving pause to lick his lips again and give a smaller, not-so-overly-excited nod, ❝Yeah, I’d like that.❞ Pipit tried to calm his breathing, inhaling deeply through his nose as he stepped back and put some distance between himself and his lover, leaning against the shower wall and giving Anthony space to adjust onto his knees. And holy fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever laid eyes on... His stomach fluttered with butterflies and elation as he stared, taking in each and every detail to memory as he waited with bated breath.

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

Their kiss deepened, and as they tilt their heads to find a more comfortable position, hands start to roam. The brunet is fully aware at how curious and blunt Pipit can be, so he’s not too surprised that the other would start feeling him up as soon as tongue was involved. In fact, he rather enjoyed the action, he was always big on physical affection, and this was no exception.

The moment their lips part, they give themselves a second or two to catch their breath before going back in. It’s Anthony who takes initiative in this situation, cupping the other’s cheek and leaning into a now more passionate kiss. He allows his tongue to enter the other’s mouth and with every touch Pipit makes on his body, the male himself gives a breathy, noiseless, gasp in response.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he was clearly getting aroused from the kissing alone. The kisses, the bodies making constant contact under hot water, it was more than enough to light a fire in the pit of his stomach, and he can’t help but smile at the thought of doing something more. However, he won’t say anything, no, he’ll let Pipit be the one to pose the question, and Anthony will continue to kiss.

He’s going to use his charm to rile the other up as much as possible.

     Each breathy gasp to escape the older had Pipit groaning in response, heat pooling at the pit of his stomach as the blood rushed from his head and flooded south in a wave of arousal. His body was on fire, senses heightened and laser focused on the feeling of Anthony’s lips on his own, and the familiar heat stirring between his legs, member already half-hard and the kiss fueling him even further still.

     But he needed more. The younger brunette reluctantly pulled out of the kiss, resting his forehead against his lover’s like before as he caught his breath and rubbed his thumbs in tiny circles, gently massaging the dip of Anthony’s lower back when he spoke. ❝Did you want to continue this in the bedroom?❞ 

     He tilted his head and leaned forward, unconcerned with boundaries as he kissed along the other’s neck and stopped at his collarbone, sucking and bruising the skin there with a hickey as his hands ran up and down his back once more. He kissed his way back up Anthony’s neck, stopping along the way to leave a mark there as well, before he was on his lips again, kissing him hard and brief to then nod his head towards the bedroom, silently repeating his question with an arched brow and wide grin.

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

Minutes after Pipit had entered the shower, Anthony found himself joining right behind him as well. His eyes travel along the other’s body, observing each and every mark that he knew wasn’t there before. Concern is painted on him, and he’s glad that the other is turned around. The corners of his lips pull into a frown and his hand reaches out to touch, but he pulls away before he gets a chance to. Is this truly what the life of a knight entailed? To get hurt as bad as this? Anthony notices the sound he makes when the water hits him and he can’t help but feel terrible.

As soon as room is made, the brunet joins the other under the water, ❝ Mmmmm, the water is just fine, ❞ his eyes are closed and the sound of satisfaction leaves his lips as he allows his hair to be wet down. It was a tad on the hot side, but that’s how he liked it, he preferred this temperature to anything else.

Eyes open and look towards the ceiling, only to come back down and lock with the other’s. He smiles once again and places a kiss upon his shoulder, only to have their foreheads pressed together soon after. And they stay like that, in silence, the only sound being the small pitter patter of water droplets on the shower floor, a hum gently escapes him.

Their bodies are pressed together at this point, and Anthony closes his eyes, foreheads still pressed together. He can feel Pipit’s breathing against him, he can feel the warmth of his body mixing with his own. For a moment, the boy can feel his heartbeat quicken, and it’s like he’s falling in love all over again.

A kiss is given, a small peck on the lips, to show that he cares for the other. And then again, this time longer lasting, because it’s been a while since they both shared a truly intimate moment.

     Pipit could feel all the stress from the workday slowly wash away under the heated stream of water, blue eyes closing as he focused on the relaxing feeling of the shower and his lover’s forehead resting against his own. A content hum rumbled in his chest when Anthony offered a kiss, Pipit’s smile growing wider at the caring gesture, and he couldn’t help but move even closer to the other in response, wrapping his arms around the human’s waist as he did so. 

     His stomach started to flutter with butterflies when Anthony offered an additional peck on the lips, and then another kiss immediately after, though the second was far more sensual than the first two. More than happy to return that intimacy, Pipit tilted his head and leaned into it, deepening the kiss with an almost inaudible moan, lips parting and tongues rubbing as his hands began to roam. 

     Calloused, work worn palms traveled upward to linger at his partner’s lower back, pressing their bodies flush together before his hands made their way down once more, cupping the other’s ass and giving a firm squeeze. Pipit pulled back from the heated kiss to catch his breath, licking his lips and swallowing hard as he opened his eyes half way, staring at the other with a lust filled gaze.

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

Oh how he adored those flustered cheeks Pipit got when he was embarrassed. They suited him well, painted his face a lovely shade which Anthony could not deny was the cutest thing ever. His smile only grows at his response, pleased with the want and need to see him– he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking about the other too. The past two years have been rough on them, but it was moments like these that made it all worthwhile.

He doesn’t hesitate in leaning in for another chaste kiss, before words had a chance to leave the brunet yet again. Yet when the knight pulls away, Anthony can’t help but feel a need for more, he finds it quite unfair that Pipit had to pull away from him so soon. Couldn’t they just stay like that for a moment longer? Maybe two?

Pipit’s words prompt him to stand and do some stretching of his own, he had been stuck in that position for some time and needed to move the joints a little. He didn’t mind the thought of taking a shower with the other, at least they’d be doing something together, ❝ Yeah I’ll join you, I should probably shower anyways. The sound of hot water is totally appealing to me right now, ❞ and with that, he makes his way towards the other. Pipit, you have an irresistible charm, of course your lover would follow you into the bathroom.

     Pipit’s nervous expression was quickly replaced by his usual, beaming smile when the other agreed to join him, and the Skyloftian wasted no time in starting the shower, letting the water heat up in advance as he stripped out of his uniform and set it to the side with his chainmail and sword. The knight unabashedly stretched once everything was removed, muscles flexing slightly as he did so. 

     In the two years that they were apart Pipit had definitely changed, shoulders broader and height slightly taller, but the more prominent difference was in the harsh wounds that were scattered across Pipit’s entire body. Fresh bruises gathered at his knees and core while more permanent wounds spread across an even wider span, severe scars of varying size marking him across his chest and limbs, though his legs seemed to receive the most damage since they only had fabric to protect them. 

     The younger brunette stepped into the shower and couldn’t help but let out a small hiss as the hot water ran over his fresher wounds, muscles tensing for a moment before he adjusted to the familiar sting and relaxed once more, gaze turning to his partner then and he couldn’t help but stare. Anthony was stunning. 

     Pipit shamelessly let himself take in the sight before him, raking his eyes over the older man and marveling in his beauty for a few moments before he locked eyes with him and smiled wide, stepping to the side to make more room as Anthony made his way into the shower as well. ❝Let me know if it’s too warm or cold, I’m not picky about the temperature.❞

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

His computer had once again seemed to suck away most of his time from the day. What was just supposed to be a simple video or two turned into hours logged away on this thing. Thus, he scans the screen with his eyes, mouse hovering over just what to click on next. In all honesty, had the other not knocked and let himself in, the male would have probably stayed in this position for the rest of the day, at least until it was time for bed.

The sudden entrance prompted the other to turn around, a smile forming when he caught sight of the other. He had almost forgotten that he gave Pipit a key to come in whenever he pleased. He knew that knightly duties would take up most of the day, so the boy thought it was best if the other let himself in whenever he pleased… it was a lot easier this way.

❝ Nah, ❞ He replies, fully enjoying the massage that he was getting, ❝ My schedule is practically cleared for today. Why? What’s up? Did you wanna’ do something? ❞ 

     Oh, Pipit definitely had a few ideas, and his face heated up as a light blush dusted his freckled cheeks, shoulders coming up in a slight shrug as he focused too intensely on the computer screen to distract himself from his nerves. ❝Mm, I don’t know... Just felt like coming over and seeing you.❞ Which wasn’t a lie, he enjoyed Anthony’s company more than anything in the world, but what he said also wasn’t the whole truth. 

     Pipit had his own motives for this visit, and while part of him struggled with pursuing them on account of the guilt that came with being apart from the older man for so long, he didn’t think he could hold back any longer. He’d had a taste two years ago and needed it again, internal conflict be damned. 

     He smiled down at the taller and gave one final squeeze to his shoulders before stepping away, arms reaching upwards to stretch before he set out in search of a comfortable change of clothes and a towel. Everything acquired, Pipit walked towards the bathroom and stopped at the door, rubbing the back of his neck when he spoke.  ❝First I’m gonna take a shower though,❞ he paused, licking his licks a moment, ❝wanna join me?❞

[pipitonpatrol]

@singinghomo 

     Pipit didn’t bother to announce himself as let himself into Anthony’s house and removed his boots at the entryway, making a note to clean them later before he made his way further into the home and stopped at the other’s bedroom door. The knight offered a single, swift knock before turning the handle and walking inside, lips turning up in their usual smile when he saw his boyfriend sitting at his desk, typing something on the glowing box— a computer, was it? 

     Pipit always forgot what the surface dwellers called it.  ❝Hey, Anthony. I was able to leave early today and thought I’d surprise you.❞ The freckled brunette made his way over to his boyfriend and leaned in for a brief kiss, pulling back to turn his attention towards bright screen as gloved hands worked at Anthony’s shoulders, massaging away any knots that may be there. ❝You busy?❞

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

He had never seen Pipit get this angry before, for he had always been a man of smiles. Nothing could have prepared Anthony for the outrage that erupted from the depths of the other’s soul, and Anthony couldn’t begin to imagine the hell he’s had to go through for the past two years.

In reality, he was the selfish one. Only thinking about himself.

He tried to justify it many times in his head that this was his happiness he was fighting for and that he deserved better. Yet all he did was judge, base the other’s actions on what he thought happened. Not once did Anthony think that Pipit physically could not be there, not once did he think that of all things, his mother were to die. And now he felt like an ass, a sobbing, angry, ass.

He didn’t know what to say now, he felt like he should just leave, he clearly had overstayed his welcome. So why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he tearing himself away from the man that he loved? Why wasn’t he trying to destroy the happiness in his life?

He opens his mouth to speak, yet only sobs dared to come forth. There was nothing he could say anymore, nothing to excuse his anger or what he’s said. He can’t take it back now. He can’t take back the hurt he’s caused the other to feel.

And now it was his turn, with each and every agonizingly slow step he made, he closed the distance between them that much more. He was scared, scared of being alone, scared of being reject, and while he felt he deserved it right now, he was simply terrified of it nonetheless.

He crouches down and he takes the other in an embrace, and then he openly sobs. He lets noises and tears and everything else out into the open, crying enough for two people, crying out all the pain that he felt these last two years. And he doesn’t expect to be forgiven for what he’s done or said, no, but he just wanted his boyfriend back.

❝ I–I’m sorry! ❞ He cries out, breaks in his voice due to the intense sobbing, ❝ I love you too… I– I was so mad at you, and so hurt. I thought you were gone forever… ! ❞

     No words were needed between the two as the emotional Skyloftian wrapped his arms around the other without even a moments hesitation, actions speaking far louder than words could ever hope to as Pipit held the other in a firm embrace, holding him like that for what could have been hours as they cried together, letting two years of pent up emotion break loose as they clung tightly to each other. 

     Time blurred but at some point the tears dried out, Pipit giving a few final sniffs as he reached for the nearest piece of stray fabric, settling on an old tunic and using it to wipe away the unattractive river of snot from his nose. He turned his attention to Anthony, giving a weak smile as he reached forward rubbed his thumb along his cheek, wiping away his tears in slow, tender motions before he pulled him close once more, kissing the top of his head as he gave a loving squeeze to his arm and held him close. 

     ❝I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, Anthony, I—❞ he shook his head, kissing the top of Anthony’s again. ❝I should have been there for you.❞ He didn’t think he could say sorry enough, but there was no changing the past. Pipit had made his choices and had to live with them. All he could do now was make sure he never made the same mistakes again, and he didn’t intend to.

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

Like a memory that had long since faded, it was surreal entering Pipit’s house yet again. He almost forgot what it had looked like, where all the furniture was located, and how the dust accumulated so easily in his house. He was still breathing fumes by the time Pipit actually cleared of a place for him to sit, and when he did sit down, it was with a great force. Anthony had to will himself to even face the other– but he refused to make eye contact.

When the brunet had made the comment about it having been a long time, the male couldn’t help but releasing a, ❝ Tch… ❞ in disgust. He wanted to add a ‘Wow… you think?’ In a very sarcastic tone, but he felt that would be going too far and make things far more difficult than they needed to be, so he bit his tongue.

He listened, oh yes he listened and while the other gave his story about his “Obligations” it only made Anthony even angrier. This prompts him to stand up, towering over the other with all six feet and one inch that he possessed. Feeling the anger rise within him yet again, he retaliated, ❝ So that’s your excuse? Because it was your duty? Your obligation? Pipit I find it very hard to believe that you didn’t have one fucking day off to even write to me telling me that you were okay! Did you just forget?! Did you think I wouldn’t care? ❞ He talks a step away from the other, placing his hands on hips– and if Pipit spoke, Anthony had full intent to cut him off.

❝ –God dammit this is the most selfish thing you could have ever done! You infuriate me so much! I couldn’t even fucking come to Skyloft myself because Link hasn’t fucking showed his god damn mug either! So I was stuck I had no one to go to to make sure you were alright! ❞ He lets out an amused laughed, ❝ And you… you have the fucking nerve to act like everything is okay when you see me, like I wouldn’t be mad! ❞

He stomps back over to the other, each footstep being brought down with force, ❝ I can’t believe you! ❞ A finger juts out, poking the other in the shoulder, ❝ You hurt me! You fucking hurt me and I hate it! I hate you! I hate you so much! Do you have any idea how I feel right now? ❞ Was he going to wait for an answer? No, he was going to be childish and cut the other off a second time, ❝ Do you have any fucking idea how worried I was? How much I thought about you? Two years! Two god damn years! I thought you started dating someone else! ❞

And then he can feel it happen– the moment he looked into the other’s eyes he could feel himself crack, and it’s made apparent in his voice.

❝ It’s not fair, it’s not fair to me that you treated me this way, ❞ He purses his lips, fighting back each and every tear that wants to spill from his eyes out of sheer anger, he’s practically choking back sobs at this point, ❝ I wanted you to write! I wanted you to visit! I wanted– ❞

One… Two… Three… the tears began to fall rapidly, without warning.

                   ❝ —I WANTED MY BOYFRIEND BACK! ❞

     Pipit winced when the other jabbed him harshly in the shoulder, though the reaction was more out of emotional pain than physical. Each shouted word to escape the human was like a knife to the heart and Pipit could hardly stand it, his breath catching in his throat as he listened and watched the other come completely undone before him. He felt so bad, so guilty— but there was a spark of anger within the freckled brunette as well. 

     Anthony had no idea what Pipit endured these past two years, body battered and bruised and scarred beneath his chainmail as a heavy reminder to the fights he struggled through, barely escaping with his life quite a few times along the way as well. Some were not so fortunate, however, as the knights who protected the islands were only of flesh and blood, just like the residents they so desperately tried to protect. Pipit tried not to blame himself, he could only be in one place at a time, after all— but he should have been at his mother’s side. 

     His jaw clenched at the mix of emotions, body tensing and going rigid as the other stood and became increasingly aggressive and upset. Pipit’s heart clenched at the tears that poured down his partner’s reddened cheeks but with those final words he snapped, stool falling back as he got to his feet and for once shouted back, anger ruling over sympathy in that moment. 

     ❝Do you think I don’t know that? You weren’t the only one who wanted those things, and in a perfect world I would have been by your side every day, every hour, every second— but I couldn’t be! I was stuck up here, fighting and doing whatever I could to save the people I love! And even then, after all that, I couldn’t— do you have  a n y idea how that feels?!❞ He threw his hands up over his head and turned away, hands clenched tightly into fists and he slammed them against the nearest wall, a choked sob escaping as he did so and a framed picture of his mother came shattering to the floor. 

     He hit the wall again, then again, and again and again and again as he let the built up tears and emotions spill from him, sobs hard and loud as Pipit slowly slid down to his knees. Shaky, bruised hands slowly reached up to cover his own face and wipe at the never-ending stream of tears, breath coming out in hard gasps as he shook his head and continued to weep before he finally spoke, voiced rough and raspy and quiet. ❝Please, I’ve already lost her... I can’t lose you, too. I love you. I love you so much, I tried, I swear I tried every fucking day—!❞

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

He was so unbelievably livid right now, he felt as though every ounce of him had been betrayed. Every negative feeling that he felt simmer within him only told him to turn away and leave, to give Pipit his two cents and never see him again. But no, that wasn’t right, Anthony needed to try and keep his cool, stay level-headed so he can hear the other out. Maybe he did have a reason for not showing his face for two years. Yet no matter what he couldn’t control the fact that he was angry.

Now Anthony didn’t get angry easily, but when he did get mad, he got mad. He was willing to hear what the male clad in a knight uniform had to offer as an excuse, ❝ Fine, ❞ he spits out, voice a lot quieter than before. He can feel the eyes on him and Pipit and yet he didn’t care, everyone could watch to their heart’s content, ❝ But I’m still extremely mad at you. ❞

He pulls his hand away, not even wanting to touch the other at this point in time. And as they walked back to the other’s house, the would walk in silence, and Anthony wouldn’t even look at Pipit. He’d sit in his own anger, because if he looked at the other, he would feel bad, and he would break. And for some reason, he felt the need to be and stay mad, as childish as it seemed.

     In all the years the two had known each other, Pipit had never seen the other this upset over anything. They were like any typical couple, having the occasional spat or disagreement, but it never lasted more than a day and it was never as serious as this. And this was all Pipit’s fault. His heart panged at that, teeth scraping at the skin of his bottom lip as he worried at it while they walked, tongue subconsciously darting out to lick away the blood as he focused on the conversation that would take place.

     Each step closer to his home heightened the knight’s anxiety, the young brunette knowing full well that this talk could either bring them back together or tear them apart, and he couldn’t help but worry that it was going to be the latter. Finally they arrived at Pipit’s home, though it was eerily empty compared to the last time Anthony had come to visit. Old jars and pots sat untouched and coated in dust, much like the rest of the house, which was strung with cobwebs and dirt alike. 

     The younger brunette reached up to remove his hat and scratch at the back of his head as he tossed it to the side, a heavy sigh escaping as he wiped off a couple of stools and sat, patting the one beside him as he waited for his boyfriend to join him. When Anthony finally, and rather reluctantly, sat down, Pipit took yet another deep breath, trying to calm himself before he spoke. ❝Its um.. Its been a long time, I know.❞ He wrung his hands together, hunching forward in his seat as he locked eyes with the other, expression hard and serious. 

     ❝But there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you. I didn’t want to be away, Anthony. I had to. Skyloft is my home and as a knight I have a duty and obligation to keep everyone safe.❞ The reasoning made sense to the knight, but he couldn’t help but still feel bad for everything he’d put the other through. He even thought Pipit had died! His heart clenched in his chest again, brows furrowing even more as his frown deepened further.

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

How was he to react to this? Every muscle in his body wanted to seize the other and start crying, because he was so overjoyed to see the other again. But at the same time, so many questions ran through his mind, questions of where the other had been for two entire years. Sure his work was a strenuous one, but he at least had some free time to visit right? To send him a letter saying he was alright and not dead, that he wasn’t fucking some other girl or guy and leaving him? Anthony at least deserved that much.

And that’s why he got angry. He could feel the fire in the pit of his stomach ignite and his hands lifting to push the other away before he got a chance to think about it. He was furious! He deserved better than this from someone who supposedly loved him! He wanted to pull his hair out he was boiling over with so much rage.

❝ Where. The fuck. Have you. Been!? ❞ He chokes out, voice raising in volume in such a short amount of time, ❝ Do you… do you know how long I waited for you? I thought you died! ❞ He speaks with not only his words, but his hands as well, and with each movement the bracelet that he received for a birthday present moves as well.

❝ And you have the audacity to stand here smiling like nothing’s changed?! ❞ His voice continues to grow, ❝ I didn’t get one word from you… for two years Pipit! Two whole god damn years! Where the hell have you been?! ❞

     When long digits curled into the yellow fabric of Pipit’s tunic the Skyloftian first thought the older was going to curl into the embrace as he once used to, but it became clear very quickly that that was not the other’s intent whatsoever. Anthony gave a hard shove, probably harder than he meant to, and it had the surprised knight stumbling back and almost tripping as he regained his footing, brows rising and eyes widening in his shock. 

     He opened his mouth to speak but was promptly shut down as the human’s voice rose in his rage, making the pointy-eared male flinch back slightly and lower his gaze as he listened. When it seemed the other was done Pipit chanced a glance up, wiping away what remained of his tears as he regained his composure and stood upright, stance strong and unmoving while his face was the complete contrast, expression one of pain and sadness and most of all, understanding. 

     Of course Anthony was mad, he had every right to be, but the knight was not without his reasons. He wanted to explain, but not with all these curious eyes and ears on them, so he spoke softy, voice hushed and barely above a quiet murmur as he took the other’s hand in his own gloved one.  ❝You have questions, and I’m more than willing to explain, but... not here, okay? Will you come back to the house with me?❞ Cue a soft squeeze of the hand, lips turned down in a rare frown. ❝Please?❞

[pipitonpatrol]

( singinghomo )—

                                            ❝ –You… ❞

The words dropped out between his lips like they were a sack of weights, hitting the ground with a THUD. He couldn’t believe his eyes, which is why the phrase of disbelief had left him. He was speechless, and cursed the Gods who may have been playing a trick on him. Was what he was witnessing truly the reality he had hoped for?

Was that really Pipit?

He extends his arm and he begins to walk, no, run towards the other. He feared that if he did not catch up soon, he’d lose sight of him, lose him once again to god knows where. He couldn’t risk it, Anthony couldn’t chance not being able to ever see Pipit again. The man he had come to grow so close to.

The man he had come to love.

He catches up, and his hand hesitantly touches the other’s shoulder, prompting him to turn around, ❝ Are you really Pipit? Is it really you? ❞ Please let this not be a dream– the boy has only wished for this moment to become real. And he hoped that Pipit would recognize him, what with growing facial hair and having a completely different appearance than the one he possessed two years ago.

                          Two years. Has it really been that long?

     The freckled knight startled at the sudden touch, two years of non-stop battle training his body to react as he spun around and took a stumbled step back, opening his mouth in prepared question before the world went still. His mouth hung ajar for a moment as he could do nothing more than stare, azure eyes locked on the familiar form before him in disbelief. 

     He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat and breathed in heavy through his nose, a shaky hand reaching forward at long last to ghost along the other’s bearded jawline, soft and gentle and almost hesitant, as though Pipit expected the man to vanish at any moment. But he didn’t. Anthony was real, body solid and there and whatever composure the Skyloftian had left diminished in a sudden rush, tears welling up as he practically lunged at the other and embraced him tight within his arms. 

     ❝Anthony! Oh my Goddess, Anthony, you’re—❞ a shaky breath passed through parted lips and Pipit pulled back to look him over once more, the corners of his mouth tugging up into an overjoyed smile as he leaned into the hug and squeezed even tighter, just about breaking the older in his excitement. ❝I can’t believe you’re here! You’re really here!❞