Though I am Laila of Persian romance, my heart loves like ferocious Majnun.
I want to go to the desert but modesty is chains on my feet.
A nightingale came to the flower garden because she was my pupil.
I am an expert in things of love.
Even the moth is my disciple.
The nightingale would forget his song to the rose, if he saw me walking in the garden.
If the Brahmin saw my face, He would forget his idol.
Whoever would find Me, Must look in my words; for I am hidden in my words, as the perfume in the petals of the flowers.
hey y’all!! new hollow knight oc! obviously from @sothequeensays‘s au with calico vessels
his name is “Principito” (little prince in spanish) but mostly he goes by “Prin” or “Princi”. He likes to hang out with other vessels and while he has no voice, he has no issue speaking his mind
Aomine is painfully aware of the arms around him. Of the warm breath against his neck. It makes his stomach do weird flips, his heart skip a beat.
He’s also aware that the boy holding onto him is holding back his tears as Aomine carries him to the benches.
Kise has always been a bit of crybaby when he didn’t get what he wanted.
“You’re an idiot,” Aomine tells him.
“You are an idiot,” Kise says back, childishly. “Aominecchi is the biggest idiot that there is.”
“I’m gonna drop you,” Aomine threatens.
Kise stops whining, even though he probably knows Aomine won’t do it. Not when he’s hurt like that. Aomine can only imagine how much pain the idiot has been enduring now.
Aomine lower him to a bench and crouches in front of him to examine the damage. He takes off his friend’s shoe and rolls down the sock. The pale ankle is swollen and quickly turning pink. Kise tries to hide, but he shivers in pain when Aomine touches it. Aomine glares at him.
“You seriously tried to play against me - me of all people - with your ankle like this?” He asks.
Kise turns his face away, pouting. “Akashicchi wouldn’t let me practice.”
“Because you’re fucking injured, dumbass!” Aomine snarls. “What is wrong with you? If I knew you were still like this, I would never-”
“That’s the point of not telling you! I’m bored! If I don’t practice, I won’t surpass you!”
“Newsflash, idiot! You won’t surpass me anyway! And specially not if you cripple yourself,” Aomine barks.
And Kise looks hurt at that. Aomine sighs. He knows that Kise is a manipulative piece of shit. He knows that. Which is why he knows the sadness in his eyes is real this time. Which is why he wants to kiss that ridiculous pout away. (Even though he knows he shouldn’t have stupid thoughts like that, Kise is his friend, his friend and he is not ruining one of the few real friendships he has over idiotic attraction.)
Aomine flickers Kise’s forehead, causing the model to let out a pained yelp. The dramatic little shit will play Aomine with an injured ankle, but starts crying at a little bump.
“This is why we can’t have nice things,” Aomine says. He isn’t apologizing for yelling at him. Not when Kise is in the wrong. He does, however, crouch down in front of him again, offering his back. “Hop up. I’m taking you home.”
“What? I don’t need you to take me home!”
“One more word and I’m taking you home AND telling your sister you fucked up your ankle.”
An offended gasp. “I don’t want Aominecchi anywhere near my sister! You keep ogling her and it’s not okay!”
It really is not. I keep ogling her because she looks so much like you.
Aomine frowns, trying to ignore that line of thought and waits. Finally, Kise gives in and lets Aomine carry him on his back.
He tries, oh he tries so hard, to pretend his heart isn’t racing. To pretend he isn’t dying to turn around and kiss his friend. He can swear Kise is holding onto him harder than he needs to, too, but that’s probably just wishful thinking.
