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Turning a few pages from where you're reading just to take a look and..
You read the spoilers 😭
I hate it.
“ i love you, every part of you. even the parts you don’t like. ” For Yone <3
WHEN THIS ALL BEGAN BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM, HE NEVER BELIEVED IT'D GET THIS FAR. Yone; who has always taken great strides to ensure there is distance between himself and everyone around him dove into this believing things would forever remain that way. again and again he convinced himself that it would be alright to share a space with Ezreal, so long as the bridge between them could never fully be crossed. by keeping his boundaries as sturdy as steel, he could ensure the preservation of himself, his spirit, his mind, and the things that sat on his shoulders like a pressing weight.
so when had it all crumbled apart? when had his iron clad defenses suddenly grown as feeble as wet paper? how could Ezreal stand there in front of him, speaking words that filled the boiling blood in his veins with pure ice? dismantled now; frozen in place, thoughts become fizzled out smoke, drifting like a haze into the air. he loved Ezreal, he knew as much for some time now, but even that love was not enough to break apart the bindings he wrapped securely around himself. not when the slightest give in could destroy the very foundation of who he was as a person. he wasn't allowed to be weak; he was allowed to succumb to something as primal as emotions. if he let himself be swallowed up, he knew what would happen.
he would doom not only himself, but Ezreal too.
perhaps the expression he's making right now might concern his companion; this particular string of articulation would normally inspire smiles and happiness on another's countenace. but for Yone... for Yone he just looked like he was grimacing. as if his confession had someone stung him with the same lethality as an angry bee. already he can feel himself closing the doors he'd left ajar these past few months. one by one they were being slammed shut, even those barely cracked open, completely shutting Ezreal out from himself once more. he could never love himself; this ghastly, beastly creature of a body he called Yone, && he's certainly never let anyone else try to love him either. not in the way Ezreal clearly sought to do.
joining HEARTSTEEL had already been a risky decision to make; forging too close of a bond with any of it's members, would be nothing less than deadly. it meant the destruction of his careful composition; his veil, perfectly crafted from the age of eight. it meant the subsequent murder of all those he held dearest to his heart. ( bodies strewn in pieces; flesh rent from bone, blood spattered on white walls, && the suffocating scent of decaying iron filling his nose ) no. no. he couldn't bear it; he couldn't risk walking in to another scene like that. embracing love meant embracing death to those who held a throne in his brittle heart.
he knows damn well he should say something to Ezreal; the poor man has been standing there patiently waiting for a response. but Yone takes a step back... and then another. his expression is grim; twisted, voilatile, fearful. he can't meet his gaze anymore ( he's afraid the last piece will crumble if he does ) he looks anywhere else around the room except at Ezreal. he takes a deep breath; fills his lungs, reminds himself he's alive right now, and so is Ezreal. he wants to keep it that way at all costs, even if it means bringing the iron hot knife down into supple flesh. ❝ don't. ❞ he mutters coldly. ice cold. tone of voice devoid of anything remotely comforting. ❝ you know better. we're nothing more than two people who sleep together. so don't say that again, got it? ❞ as he speaks, his back is turned to the popstar. he won't let him see it; he won't let him see the agony plain wrought on his face.
even if Ezreal may never speak to him again after hearing that, Yone knows it's for the best. maintain the barrier; keep the bricks piled high enough they're impossible to climb over. bury himself alive behind that makeshift wall; suffocate in the misery of his own creation. embrace his own unmaking; suffer, suffer, suffer, so long as no one else has to. lay the seeds of pain in the cracks between his bones; flower the garden with misery, watch it wither and die. as long as it's only him, then he's at peace with it. no one else has to know what any of this is like; so long as Yone keeps it for himself, the rest of the world can live a normal life. tonight... surely... he knows he will hunt the Azakana after his bandmates has drifted off to sleep, and he will vent the pain through their demise.
Anon said: I don't think that's the kind of performance they were looking for...
"...Maybe, but I got that bonus anyway." Out of shock and pity.
"My old working days at Crossroads paid off."
'she’s pretty brazen, and i like that in a woman'
After 2+ years of being in a long distance relationship, i just want to say that i would lome nothing more than to hold and kiss my boyfriend. That is all i came to say.
Alright, I've gotta ask. Do yall mind venting? I mean, I'm always open to listening, but whenever I vent, I get judged by the people I thought I could trust with that info, lol
:'v