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I WAS BORN FOR THE STORM , & A CALM DOES NOT SUIT ME
/ by walker. art. personals, do not reblog.
richard siken sentence starters.
quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush. feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.
❝ tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ❞
❝ tell me we’ll never get used to it. ❞
❝ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you. ❞
❝ i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. ❞
❝ i want it back now, baby. i want it back. ❞
❝ i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious. ❞
❝ that’s a nice touch. ❞
❝ i like him and i want to be like him. ❞
❝ i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart. ❞
❝ history repeats itself. ❞
❝ there are many names in history, but none of them are ours. ❞
❝ you could drown in those eyes. ❞
❝ but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills. ❞
❝ sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. ❞
❝ i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time. ❞
❝ you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable. ❞
❝ there is no way to make this story interesting. ❞
❝ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something. ❞
❝ tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more. ❞
❝ you will be alone always and then you will die. ❞
❝ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing. ❞
❝ who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down. ❞
❝ i take it back. ❞
❝ here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed. ❞
❝ you still get to be the hero. ❞
❝ what more do you want? ❞
❝ love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying. ❞
❝ no one will ever want to sleep with you. ❞
❝ you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you. ❞
❝ you had not expected this. ❞
❝ walk a mile in my shoes. ❞
❝ a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. ❞
❝ you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore. ❞
❝ hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you. ❞
❝ that sounds overly valorous. ❞
❝ do you love yourself? ❞
❝ i don’t have to answer that. ❞
❝ you wanted more. ❞
❝ i had a dream about you. ❞
❝ there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go. ❞
❝ in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. ❞
❝ will you love me even more when i’m dead? ❞
❝ you didn’t show up. i kept waiting. ❞
❝ i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead. ❞
❝ i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back. ❞
❝ you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to. ❞
❝ hello darling, welcome home. ❞
❝ please keep him safe. ❞
❝ i just don’t want to die anymore. ❞
❝ you want to die for love, you always have. ❞
❝ you didn’t think you’d feel this way. ❞
❝ you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything. ❞
❝ please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up. ❞
❝ you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too. ❞
❝ drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen. ❞
❝ we are not dirty. ❞
❝ you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing. ❞
❝ here is the sink to wash away the blood. ❞
❝ this is not harmless. you are not breathing. ❞
❝ i will come back from the dead for you. ❞
I WAS BORN FOR THE STORM , & A CALM DOES NOT SUIT ME
/ by walker. art. personals, do not reblog.
"tem, did you hear that--?" he holds out and arm behind him to stop them both in their tracks. painted brows narrowed on the vast dunes ahead of them. not far off, a breeze flutters sand across the horizon. then, stillness. kankuro farts.
brows furrow in a mix of confusion & concern, gaze moving past him to try & see what he sees. nothing seems to catch her eye, & nothing alerts her senses… until that.
❝ you idiot, what if there had actually been something! ❞ she immediately shouts with disgust, hitting his arm with the folded slats of her fan.
kiss ur gf
kiss meme. / one out of five. / @sunawind
the celebration before them is truly a sight to behold —- fireworks scatter and explode across the ( slowly darkening ) night sky and the cool air of spring breezes passes them, prompting shikamaru to draw her in just a tad closer, his arm settled comfortably around her shoulders. they’re dressed in traditional garb, temari a little more so than himself but not by a spectacular degree, and wonder brims her eyes as she watches the colors appear, disappear, rinse, repeat.
shikamaru on the other hand has his gaze fixed on her, and he’s filled with nothing short of visceral warmth, occupying his chest, heart, and setting upon a fog in his mind that he can only rationalize as being brought on by the love he feels for her; the love he has felt for quite some time. he could pin point the exact moment he fell —- after all, there isn’t much in this life he can’t pinpoint —- but the longer he thinks about it, the more he begins to suspect that it wasn’t just one moment, but rather a collection of thousands of little ones, just like this.
it doesn’t matter, though. not when, not how ( besides, this question is most easily answered in the form of: how could he not fall for her ? ), but simply that he did.
sharp as she is, temari catches him staring, quirks a brow, asks what that face is all about. loosely translated, what’s on your mind, sweaty? the thought prompts an immediate grin out of him, and shikamaru hums nonchalantly in response. his eyes shift to the sky, but his attention remains on her; mind finely tuned to phase out every sound that wasn’t her voice.
❝ that look? hate to break it to ya this late in the game, but that’d just be my face, tema. what’s a guy supposed to do? change his face? i’ll be real butthurt if your reply to that has anything to do with transformation jutsus, by the way. ❞ every second of his elongated, point distracting quip is spoken with nothing short of fondness. even as he tries to fall back on sarcasm and ye ole’ wit to protect his cool demeanor, he feels his expression softening, beginning with the of the shift of his eyes to meet hers once again, and lip corners gradually upturning. in a word, shikamaru is lovestruck.
❝ what i’m thinking about, though… ❞ shikamaru pauses for inflection and turns to face her properly, endeared evermore by the look of momentary confusion on her face in time this shift, and closes his eyes, smiling now in a way that was subtle in size, but heavy with feeling. ❝ … is how in love i am with you. ❞
when his eyes re - open, he can tell that her initial reaction is shock, above all else. it doesn’t resonate as the negative sort though, and in the silence following, he doesn’t cease smiling for even a second. suddenly, her palm cups delicately on his cheek and anticipation based confusion of his own takes form, but just for a second. temari doesn’t say that she loves him —- in fact, temari doesn’t say a single thing —- and yet, he doesn’t sense rejection. even if she doesn’t say it because she isn’t there yet rather than being unable to say it as he assumes, shikamaru is alright with that. there’s something, he isn’t sure if it’s in her eyes or the tender touch that lingers on his face, that tells him she’s happy with what she’s heard.
that’s enough for him. that’s more than enough. he doesn’t mind the thought of staying there forever, his face in her hand as time slowed all around them, but in light of the moment, there’s somewhere else he’d rather be. he closes the distance between them, all the while using his free hand to tilt up her chin so that their lips meet in what feels like perfect sync. the kiss is slow and it’s soft in nature, but there’s an amount of passion put into it on shikamaru’s end that seems to be especially reserved for moments like now.
oh god, does he love her.
when they break from it, shikamaru offers her a sheepish grin, not quite retreating all the way back to his former position but instead staying ducked down for a moment, in order to whisper a little something. ❝ oh, and… we’re definitely late for a dinner that i promised asuma sensei we’d be at. up for a little hustle? ❞
is our relationship good luck for me, or just bad luck for her ? oh well. she ain’t complaining – yet.
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he groans the second he sees her & temari motions for him to follow —– even the high temperatures won’t stop her from dragging him on a walk. it’s become a custom when he visits, even if he would prefer to relax in the cooler air of her home.
since he’s arrived he’s been whining, complaining about the heat the second he entered the village ( & the land, she’s sure ). it’s one of the warmest days in recent months, & it only makes his complaints worse. it bears down on them, sun overhead is past its highest.
the moment they leave she offers shikamaru a small fan. one from her own collection that she keeps on her when she knows to expect him. she has her own, lightly fanning her face for a small breeze despite being accustomed to the heat. he’s less enthusiastic, calling it a drag. it doesn’t take long for it to wear on her, & she concedes to his requests for a break.
she stands her over - sized fan up in the sand, facing away from the afternoon sun. it allows for little shade, but enough to give them a cooler spot to sit & relax. shikamaru is quick to lie down, head in her lap as she reclines with her back to her weapon. the smaller one is still in hand, & as she looks down at him she grimaces, waving it at his face.
❝ you’re kind of gross, ❞ she grumbles, eyes closing with a sigh. ❝ even for it being this hot, that can’t be normal. ❞
it elicits little response beyond a grumble of his own as he wipes his brow. she sighs again, heavier this time, & allows herself to enjoy the silence as his complaints stop. the longer they rest in the shade, the more comfortable it grows.
a hand soon comes to rest on his chest, putting the fan down. her thumb gently rubs over the fabric of his shirt. temari silently judges the weight of the fabric he wears knowing full well the kind of heat he’d be subjected to, but she doesn’t bring it up. instead she relaxes more, settling into her spot & allowing a peaceful smile to reach her lips. her calm stare moves between the horizon & shikamaru’s half - dazed expression seemingly fixed on the open sky.
she’s content to stay like this for little under an hour. the sun doesn’t seem to have moved an inch above them. eventually her hand pats his chest, calling for his attention. the apparent startle makes her laugh & she leans to place a gentle, slow kiss upon his lips.
❝ we should probably head back, ❞ she smirks & kisses him again, this time quick. ❝ before you faint, because there’s no way i’ll carry you back. ❞
head perched on her shoulder , ino reaches up , fingers touching against her cheek. " you look pretty today. " not that temari looked bad , ever , but something about the sun hitting her silhouette like this ... ino feels entranced. can't move her eyes away. she grins.
the desert sun is warm against their skin, beaming through the window overhead. curled on the couch together, times like this seemed to be so rare —– visits were infrequent, difficult while both have obligations of their own ( she would love to see each other more, but she finds it so hard to pry herself from home ). yet they maintain an steady tempo, unfaltering despite the distance. with ino leaning against her, the silence comfortable around them, she does not take the company & warmth for granted.
the touch is light, one she’s come to lean into instead of shy from. she’s found herself confident in what they have; now she smiles at the compliments ino showers her with, & cheeks tint red in a sense of ease. that’s what they’ve become: easy. simple. & temari is grateful.
fingers reach for ino’s other hand to intertwine, a smile of her own ( albeit softer, fainter, but saying just as much as the wide - spread grin on ino’s face ) reaches her lips. temari doesn’t move much; the tilt of her head small enough to allow their stares to meet. her voice befits her smile, a quiet whisper, ❝ so do you. ❞
hand holding B)
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she doesn’t voice it , but the energy that emanates from her being is enough to tell. she’s giddy off it , beaming with every look she sends temari’s way. she can’t help it. it’s been too long since temari’s visit to the leaf. closing in a month. and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been counting down the days. now that she’s here , ino doesn’t want to leave her side. she does though , but only when something pretty catches her eye and she walks those few steps quicker to get to it. admiring it with care , only to reclaim her space after.
there’s one , specifically , that ino finds. a present , because what was a date without something to remember it by ? something temari can take back to the sand to know she’s being thought of. she buys it when she’s distracted at a different stall , careful to place it near the bottom of her bag.
when she meets temari again , she answers her question with a small grin and a short: ‘ i’ll get it another time. ‘
it’s sometime later she forgets about it. lost in their conversation ( ino tells her about new flowers coming in and how excited she is to show them to her next time she visits ) when something warm grips around her hand. she pauses , words forgotten , and her gaze falls to where temari’s twined their fingers together. her hand stays still for a few beats , staring , because oh, oh. it’s the first time they’ve done this. that temari’s initiated intimacy and , god. it’s a lot of different things at once. because ino can be too forward at times. show too much at once. and she hadn’t wanted to scare temari off with how fast she’s falling in this likeness. but it’s ―
it’s nice. really nice.
she snaps out of it though , must have been silent for too long , because temari has started pulling her hand back and ― “ no , wait ! ” ino reaches out , tugging temari’s hand back into hers, cheeks dusting with embarrassment. “ it’s , it’s fine. i want to. ” her grips tightens a little when she says it , wings fluttering something soft inside her chest. her gaze rises then , and she doesn’t feel as pathetic now. not when temari is looking just as embarrassed. pink blending into pretty bronze.
this time she really can’t help it. impulse already spinning , turning and twisting and before she can stop herself , she’s grazing a kiss to that same dusted cheek. gloss lingers in their wake , proof , too late to take back now. “ sorry i just … i wanted to do that , too. ”
girl talk
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❝ i’ll level with you here, temari – i didn’t care if you would be fine with it, i just did it. ❞ again, why she cares so much is a concept far lost on him — he can’t relate to holding onto something for as long as this, or even half that allotted time. even so, shikamaru can’t ( infuriatingly enough ) find a reason to disagree with her on the points following; one might even say the last bit tilts him more in her favor, as far as understanding goes. guess it would feel like shit to have it handed to you, huh? eyes shift to meet hers laced with caution, and more than that, reluctant acceptance. hand rubbing at the back of his head idly, he sighs.
this was definitely not how he’d anticipated spending his afternoon, but it didn’t seem like she was going to drop it any time soon; at this rate, he’d rather get it over with than hear about it any longer. ❝ alright, alright. i hear ya, already. if it’ll get you off my back, then let’s go for it. you know it’ll be different though, right? we’re not exactly two genin anymore. i mean, you’re a jounin. i’m not scared, but i’m not stupid, either. ❞
the passive ignorance is grating, but it’s a welcoming surprise to hear him agree. temari thought she would have to pester him more. she has earned her rank; while she is wise enough not to underestimate him ( she knows how his style counters hers, & how easily he finds himself so many steps ahead ) their motivation for training vastly differs.
❝ it should be different. ❞ she smirks. her composure shifts, a hand on her hip & head raised in self - pride. their fight prompted her to account for her weaknesses ----- she relishes showing off fruits of her labour. ❝ i’m not as naive. it wouldn’t be interesting if we were the same as we were as kids. ❞
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