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PAPER SKIN. sometimes i’m like, nah i’m good without shipping but other times i’m like giVE ME ALL THE SHIPS and other times i just go give me a polyamorous relationship goddamnit it’s all very confusing....... on the other hand i’m about to bounce off to the airport so i’ll??? maybe get on when i get home, maybe i’ll just pass the fuck out, who knows?????????/
underdogisms.
RELIEF sweeps over Jounouchi, and for a minute he wonders why he even WORRIES in the first place. Why would Yuugi ever be mad at him? It makes him reconsider how he feels about possibly telling Yuugi the whole story, but he stops himself. It’s not even like the other even asked yet. ❝ I missed ya too, buddy! I’ve just been busy wit’ work, yanno? ❞ Not the whole TRUTH, but not a LIE, either. ❝ What’ve you been up to? ❞
Head bobs and he hums, soft, shoulders rising and then falling, a careless sort of gesture. ❝ The usual —— classes, helping out in the shop, taking care of my responsibilities. ❞ He lists off the basics of his life, everything which he dealt with and all that really formed the foundation of his existence, as of late. Sometimes it’s funny, how his life shifted when they had all graduated and time itself pushed them onward, apart, but not entirely. Not quite.. ❝ Work’s been eating you alive lately, huh? Is everything okay? ❞ Concern overrides any pervasive thought, coming to him with utter ease.
underdogisms.
As if he was EXPECTING it, arms open and CATCH the smaller male, squeezing him right to his body as if it was the NATURAL thing to do. They never had been SHY about showing that brotherly love, after all! Jounouchi laughs a bit, embarrassment sweeping over his features. He had been totally MIA lately – how could he do that to his friends? (Self-consciousness, that’s how.) ❝ You too – ! ❞ He idly scratches his cheek, trying to find the best way to explain why he hasn’t been AROUND. ❝ Sorry it’s been so long since we’ve seen each otha. ❞
And he beams, bright as the sun ( if not brighter ) and wholly forgiving. Easy as breathing, as easy as looking at his best friend and feeling his own heart beat. Not that there had been anything to forgive, to begin with. As much as he has missed him, he harbors no blame, feels no compulsion to be anything less than ecstatic to see him. Their time apart was hard, it is always difficult, but his happiness upon their reunion eclipses everything else. ❝ You don’t need to apologize. I just missed you, you know? ❞
☆@autocratie
He is not quite surprised by the presence of the man. He does not feel unsettled nor distraught by the mere sight of him. Curiosity alights in his eyes, though, mouth opens just so and his head tilts, a slow and sequential sort of actions. Eyebrows raise before his expression smooths, once more, and a smile pulls at his mouth, entirely honest, and he leans forward, elbows against the counter, hands hanging off the edge. It’s been a slow day at the game shop, and the change of pace is welcome, for the most part. ❝ Pegasus —— did you need something? ❞
☆@underdogisms
❝ Jounouchi! ❞ bright voice rings and he sets off towards the man, an uncontrolled sort of happiness that sparks in his chest and can easily be stoked into a fire. He throws is arms around the taller man, unabashed in his affection and he laughs, soft and adoring. Never has he been one to hide how he feels, wearing his heart upon his sleeve, open and loving and so very giving. Beating around the bush, while not unheard of for him, was unusual. Irregular. He is far too happy for such games, regardless. ❝ It’s so great to see you again. ❞
PAPER SKIN. i gotta be on a plane tonight but i’ll be heRE UNTIL THEN SO.... LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER????
gatekept.
HE CAN FEEL HIS HEART POUNDING within his chest, high on the cheers of enthusiastic fans and the rush that comes with a hard-won victory and he cannot help the petite smile that has come to settle ‘pon visage, the confidence he held as a facade slowly shaping into something real with each clash within stadium walls. There’s a lightness that has enveloped him, an uplifting sort of feeling that was once thought to be beyond his reach and he fins himself already looking forward to his next duel; he’ll do even better for sure, the top not so far out of reach anymore.
FAMILIAR VOICE CATCHES HIS attention, unable to place it from sound alone but it’s enough to catch his attention nonetheless, steps coming to a pause as chin lifts to focus gaze on whomever was speaking to him —– and he has to fight down the startled noise that began to crawl up throat, blinking twice, thrice, in way of establishing that he wasn’t imagining things and the man would simply disappear with the closing of his eyes.
❛ You’re —– ! ❜ Jun swallows, forcing the composure he’d had previous to his discovering of Yuugi’s presence, a flattered, flustered sort grin replacing the casual smile he’d adorned moments prior. ❛ A-ah, thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it. ❜ A pause, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous cough into free hand; don’t make an idiot of yourself, Jun. ❛ I didn’t know you’d be here. I heard it might have been a possibility but due to scheduling conflicts… ❜
The reaction is unsurprising, yet he is still distantly amused by it, given the circumstances. Here stands the winner, glowing from his victory and flustered by the presence of a mere man. He had liked pretending, for the night, that he was just another face in the crowd, unassuming and without expectation. Pretending he is what he FEELS is the closest that he can get, fingers brushing along an ideal that will never really be his. Life has diverged from its imagined path, and there is no foreseeable way that he will ever be able to set it along the original tracks for as long as he lives. So he continues, because time will never stop.
Laughter drifts and hand lifts, palm curving along the soft line of his cheek, head tilting along with it as he peers down at the younger. They weren’t so far apart in age, he imagines. The man below is a fledgling, young in age and career and Yuugi thinks that he will become someone to remember. He thinks, briefly, of the teenager he met years ago, and imagines they are close in age. The same age? It’s probable.
❝ You’re welcome —— there had been some scheduling conflicts that I couldn’t work around that cleared up at the last minute, so I wasn’t here in any official way, ❞ free hand waves, as if brushing away the idea of paying any sort of tribute to the title that was his. ❝ I’m kinda here in secret, so don’t tell anyone, ❞ laughter laces his tone and he winks at the younger man briefly, amicable in his teasing.
Some things never change
❛ Even if you have two hearts, the one you are going to face is your own! So be honest to your heart !! ❜ artist credit | personals do not reblog!
apricotheart.
❝FALL for that trick, huh?❞ she echoes. There’s an air of disbelief in her tone. He’s been listening to Jounouchi too much. The blond’s stupid humour clearly rubbing off on Yuugi ( the pun probably wasn’t even intentional, but STILL ). ❝Hmph. I still say this game is RIGGED and you’re just winning because you’re a dirty cheater.❞ It’s a harmless tease. Yuugi would never cheat a win, even in something as innocent and non-threatening as the video game they were currently playing; it’s a startlingly relaxed atmosphere in the wake of all the games they had to play with high stakes and people’s lives on the line. But, it’s fun to mess with him all the same.
Laughter sparks again and his head tips back with it, this time, thumbs lifting from the analog stick and buttons, respectively, and his body shakes with it. An accidental pun, no doubt, but the amount of time spent around Jounouchi has, without a single doubt, altered his sense of humor. Eyes squint open again and he sobers quickly, mock pout taking over his expression. ❝ Aww, Anzu! How cruel —— I would never, ❞ a teasing response to a teasing statement, the curve of his mouth belying his dramatics with startling immediacy. He feels soft and light and he can’t help but bask in it alongside her company. ❝ This time you could probably beat Jounouchi’s time, at least. That’s nothing to sneeze at. ❞
PAPER SKIN. coming back to yuugi always immediately makes me mushy as hell on the inside what the absolute fuck........... my smol fave is a literal marshmallow. he’s a tiny sun. he’s evERYTHING GOOD IN THE WORLD literally made up of sweetness and loveliness and i love him so much holy shit skdjfsnkdjf he’s my favorite little idiot who’s utter shit at taking care of himself and is so selfless that it pains me goodbye.
apricotheart.
An azure gaze is fixed on the upper half of the screen where ‘YOU DIED’ flashes in bold red letters; her character having fell to their death from an incredibly high cliff-face. Stunned into silence, for a moment she can only squint at how such a fate could have befallen her. She’s usually pretty GOOD at these games. It’s only Yuugi’s laughter that breaks the quiet tension and Anzu rounds on him with a playful shove to his shoulder. ❝Alright, VERY FUNNY, Yuugi. Reset the stupid game so I can BEAT YOU. It’s gonna happen this time, I mean it!❞
He sways with the force and nearly topples over, laughing even as his arms flail and the controller slips, sliding onto the cushion between his legs. A hand presses against the soft surface, sinking before he sprang back, lively and biting his lip, now, physically swallowing so as to stop the laughter. Some chuckles lingered as he picked up the controller again, thumbing a few buttons as he reset the game. His weight leans once more, bumping their shoulders together playfully as he peers at her. His expression gentles, again, as it wont to do, ❝ To be fair, that death wasn’t necessarily your fault, that cliff pretty much popped up out of nowhere. Most people tend to fall for that trick. ❞
The best thing is to keep on moving arms and legs, and watch the waves, almost as though moving forward. In this way, despair turns quickly over to happiness, and back to despair again. And, if you reach the beach, walk back across it like everything is fine, toward your family who would not like to see the abyss you have just swum over.
Joanna Walsh, from “Drowning,” Vertigo (via lifeinpoetry)
☆OPEN.
Laughter overflowing, he cannot manage to stem the noise and his hand raises, pressing against his mouth in an attempt to stifle himself, albeit belatedly. He is TICKLED and his eyes are bright when they opened again and the controller is perched atop his leg, upper body leaning and he rocks, mirthful. ❝ I’m sorry —— I shouldn’t be laughing so hard, that was just an —— impressive death, honestly. ❞
☆@soliitaris
Heart leaps and he feels unbridled joy at the mere sight of her intermingled with unavoidable shock that he tamps down. Instead he focuses upon the happiness of a friend returned, found again —— or rather, she found him, really, as he had made a point not to seek her actively. After all, she had wanted time and space, he reasons, and she would return with time. A text here, a message there, small things to remind her that he thinks of her, and they miss her, collectively. And there she is, standing before him after so long. Effervescent feelings float about his chest and he perks up visibly, smiling up at her, guileless and without expectation. ❝ Mai, it’s so great to see you again! How long have you been in town? ❞
PAPER SKIN. like this for a starter! i’d imagine a paragraph+ in length????
☆@gatekept
The stadium had emptied —— before it had been full to the brim, with people who jeered and cheered and were all but high on the excitement of a tournament. His head is still pounding with the echoes of noise that rattles in his mind and he taps out messages on his phone with a single minded sort of concentration, exhilaration still lingering even in HIS bones. He wasn’t required to be there, though his presence had been requested, in the planning phases, but at the time there had been some scheduling conflicts. Publicity took the fun out of tournaments, anyways, even if he had gotten used to it, over time.
Steps echo and his phone locks with a soft click and he stands, weight lurching as his forearms braced against the railing and he pushes against it, torso leaning out and cool metal pressing against his hips. He feels soft, and strangely youthful, having been there in secret, not a soul knowing of his presence. A few in the crowd had seen him, had given him looks of shocked recognition but he had smiled, secretive and amused, and shushed them kindly. He was hardly the center of attention, after all. The man striding with quick, even steps had been part of it, at least.
❝ That final duel was impressive —— a great show, to say the very least. The audience was on the edges of their seats, too. ❞ Voice is gentle and delighted and both of his feet lift, playful, and he leans forward DANGEROUSLY before settling again. He smiles, wholly genuine, eyes bright and mischievous and he feels happy, for a time.
