saiyoku:
‘ if you don’t want to stay my blessed vessel , –––––––––––––––– i’d UNDERSTAND. ‘
yato can’t resist a SMILE , moment so bitter that it nigh wrenches lips away from grit teeth. he’s rarely so somber as he is now , disinclined to show any vulnerability , even less so to ADMIT such things to a regalia –– so fleeting as they are , never lasting more than a few months. ( A BLINK OF A GOD’S EYE. ) yukine , though , is an exception. he shone from the start , carved an IRREVOCABLE mark into yato’s timeline the day he took that FATAL hit and became hafuri. undying loyalty. unsurpassed power. and that argent honesty that –– frankly , yato hadn’t returned. not in full , not until now. whatever came of it was up to the spirit in front of him.
gaze falters , tongue pressed against the back of forced grin. yaboku. yato. magatsukami. whatever name he went by , his PAST stayed the same. he was no better or less impure than a nora if he didn’t own what he was and every name that came with it. gods could do no wrong, yet evidently they could feel REGRET. ‘ i’m a killer , yukine , and eventually that reputation is going to be YOURS , too. ‘
‘ i don’t have much of a choice. ‘
hawthorne eyes came to meet yato’s –––– his voice was surprisingly confident despite the negative and tumultuous emotions that had taken hold as soon as he spoke. the reputation of a killer ––– to be feared and to be hated –– was not what yukine wanted from spending his time with a god.
but yato was his god. after everything that had happened, good and bad, he hadn’t actually considered leaving ––– this would just be another risk he had to take.
‘ what are we waiting for, then? ‘
