#abyde

[ourdeath-archived]

"all you wanna do is kiss me." LMAO YOU KNOW WHO BYE

rueful  sentiments  carved  across  skin,     buried   &   creased  into  pages:     like  a  book     -     on  the  shelf,     forgotten   &   dusty     ( … )     scratched  into  skin-deep  nerves,     you've  held  lightning  long  enough  that  it's  begun  a  song,     sought  for  your  organs     [you  pose  that  statement   &,     my  breath  comes  out  of  me  like  a  stitch  undone]     it's  swallowed,     digested  in  your  throat     ( … )     mako  poisoned  eyes  look  at  @abyde  in  wonder,     a  little  shock;     would  it  be  such  a  crime?

❛    in  your  dreams.    ❜        color  caught  to  your  face,     tongue  flat  against  the  top:     your  mouth,     slack   &   dry     -     it  had  never  been  a  possibility     [but  the  looks  i've  given  to  her,     maybe  it  was  all  along]        ❛    you're  self-projecting,     asahi.    ❜        ( … )        ❛    are  you  sure  it's  me   &,     not  you  that  wants  to  kiss  me?    ❜        lilt  honeyed  for  once,     unlike  the  ghosts  that  talk  from  your  ribs.     &,      a  gloved  hand  rubs  at  your  nape.        ❛    come  on—     i  have  things  to  do,     stop  messing  around.    ❜

would  it  be  such  a  crime?     if  you  wanted  to.

[ourdeath-archived]

❛  if we knew each other back then, do you think we could have been friends too?  ❜ from asahi to cloud but LOUDER

you  could  dwarf  the  room  with  this  silence,     that  rips  into  your  ribs   &   eats  its  fill  of     [your  organs,     the  poison  that  attacks]     itches  under  your  skin     -     in  your  veins,     where  eyes  are  exhausted:     coated  with  alamortry,     bending  bones  in  half     ( … )     would  we?     i  wonder.     i  like  to  think  we  would,     but  i  know  the  truth:     we  wouldn't.     [it  dies  on  my  tongue,     the  thoughts  that  linger  in  my  head]     decide  then,     to  only  sugar-coat  what  the  truth  could  be  @abyde.

❛    i  don't  think  so,    ❜        something  primordial  exists  within  you:     in  the  confines  of  one's  throat,     nails  dug  into  the  squishy  flesh     -     coated  with  a  darkened  ray     ( … )     you  knock  your  knee  against  hers,     teeth  into  the  lump  of  your  cheek.     [i  have  never  had  a  problem  being  negative,     but  your  positivity's  warmed  that  barrier],     &   i  don't  want  to  ruin  it  for  you.        ❛    a  lot  happened  back  then.    ❜        is  what  you  decide  on,        ❛   with  both  of  us.     i  don't  think  we  would've,     but  you  can  keep  thinking  it  was  possible.    ❜        a  pause,

❛    i  did  hear  about  you  often,     though.     you  came  across  my  thoughts  once  or  twice.    ❜

[springmournings]

above empty branches their crows dance with falling ice. it coats the grounds of ubuyashiki's mansion, freezing the ends of the koi pond that swims with color and life. she rests near open screen doors, legs tucked beneath the kotatsu. she moves mindlessly, stockings slip with laziness. they're resting today while two other hashira's are set out on a mission. her finger tips play with curled green, braids loose and sprawled across the floor.

“ hey, asahi... ” she pauses as she moves to lay upon her back instead, eyes fluttering to meet @abyde who sits on the side of them. she's often daydreamed of the feeling, the flutter within her heart. her hand moves, finger tips just on top her breast where she could feel life. “ have you ever been in love before? ” her question is too direct, as if she asks something so simple. would you like honey in your tea? she feels her cheeks redden, warmth like whats contained beneath the table rising to the surface. she moves to cup her features instead. she yearns for the feeling, of something so true. do you think that it's real? even for those like us who live with no promise of tomorrows.

[houndlit]

❛  are you threatening me?  ❜ from asahi (uh oh!)

like  a  dog,     starved.     hungry     &     begging,     beckoned:     rot  is  held  in  your  throat,     where  graveyards     &     the  blood      ( yours?     theirs?     ...     enemies? )      store  themselves  in  the  layer  between,     after  swallowing  the  horror  of  your  own  flesh     [ . . . ]     dazai's  voice  but  an  echo,     find  out  where  ubuyashiki's  mansion  is.      ( i  will.     i  promise.     i'll  do  my  best,     i  would  never  let  you  down )      but  you,     caught  in  the  web:     weaved  from  thunder,     stricken  to  the  ground     -     she  outranks  you,     sparked  upon  the  flames  of  your  skin.

❛          no.     that  would  be  absurd.          ❜          cough.     your  hand  covers  the  lower  half  of  your  jaw.          ❛          i'm  not  a  fool,     it  would  be  a  death  sentence  if  we  fought.          ❜          a  creature  is  hungry  in  your  bones,     it  lives  inside  your  ribs     &     you  only  let  it  out  to  feast,     once  a  year:     it,     akin  to  a  rabid  dog.     [ . . . ]     your  eyes  are  pointed at @abyde,     painted  with  black     &     rings  of  purple.          ❛          if  you  want  to  take  it  as  a  threat,     be  my  guest–     it  would  make  sense     [cough]     with  a  brain  as  simple  as  yours  taking  it  that  way.          ❜

[rottedfigs]

❛ you think i’m weak don’t you? ❜ zoroindigo 💀🥴

yet another fight has left them weak. the memory of water seven is still so deeply etched in his mind, and coming through from thriller bark, he hadn't dared hold onto the thought he might see her again. over and over again the crew has been tormented, pulled apart and smashed back together again. it is as if those who landed on the shores of sabaody archipelago were nowhere near the ones who had entered the grand line. zoro himself included. the weary body that he holds feels as though it has died a thousand deaths already. yet, by some grace of whatever entity is looking out for them, she has found herself here. on the archipelago. and in the centre of charm and fun, all shopping and restaurants, they have found each other once again. in the aura of this crowded bar, they can find themselves hidden away in one corner. no-one will dare pay attention to them, because they are all too caught up in their own worlds, their own ideals. zoro lets his body finally feel the weight of everything, every inch of it aching from the tragedy he's been through. he has tried to put it into words for her. none of them seem to fit. how can one truly describe a tragedy of the senses? a breaking of the will to live? one hand is wrapped around his beer, bringing up to his lips as he finally allows her some space to speak.

❛ you think i’m weak don’t you? ❜

how could he ever think such absurd thoughts about her? what it must have taken her to get through not only the life before they met, but to here, where they are now. stein in his hand is discarded to the table, all attention focused on her. ‟ indigo --- ” he says her name as a sacred whisper between them, an urgency behind it to have her listen to what he has to say. ‟ why would you say that? don't put words in my mouth like that, i hate it. ”

[hanakokyu]

[ supportive ] asahi kisses the top of kanae’s head

a quiet day in the clinic: words she dare not speak into existence, lest they prove contradictory. it always becomes chaotic when you say it's quiet. kanae finds activity in organizing medical cabinets, sorting through needle boxes and wiping down spaces untouched for months. A SUDDEN RUSH OF ENERGY BESIDE HER, A FAMILIAR STATIC IN THE AIR, LIKE A CHARGED LIVEWIRE. the flower hashira knows it fondly to belong to none other than asahi, a sentiment that proves true when she turns around to peek at her new company. [ the other moves quick, as she always does. a kiss laid atop obsidian strands that has cheeks speckling pink, and then she's gone. ] kanae watches her spark trail with a wide eyes and pouted lips, an indignant huff through her nose. smiles wide despite the ache in her cheeks from fighting it. her hands ball into fists inside her pockets as she gives in and passes an endeared look to the wooden frame she'd passed through. ❝   ... hello to you, too.   ❞

[hanakokyu]

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety . (From asahi!)

there's blood running down her temples. a hard hit to the head, thrown into the treeline like a ragdoll, but kanae was equally as stubborn as asahi. HER HANDS ARE TIGHT WHERE THEY FIST AT THE COLLAR OF THE OTHER'S UNIFORM. trying to pull herself up and over the shoulder she's holding onto, trying to dig her feet into the dirt. [ there are still demons to be found and slayed: hidden in an underground cave network, popping up like some twisted version of whack-a-mole. ] she struggles on, against the growing mental fog and confusion: but she knows the lightning hashira is more than capable of taking care of the mission. the battleground grows smaller the farther away from it they get, and kanae grows more fatigued. she doesn't even realize she's stopped squirming. an indignant huff between verges of falling asleep. ❝   you can't just expect me to ... to leave you ... to leave you here alone. asahi. someone's got to help you.   ❞

[mizukokyu]

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞ from hoshizora 💀

❛          to  think  you  were  once  a  demon  slayer     ...     how  pathetic.     is  your  life  really  that  sad?          ❜          aculeate  notions  itself,     stitched     /     strewn  across  syllables     &     it's  like  needles:     a  bite  that  comes  from  teeth,     akin  to  jagged  rocks  that  cut  into  skin     -     mixing  blood  with  clear  water,     you  hold  contempt      ( in  your  chest,     where  hatred  is  born:     with  both  hands,     cradling  around  it )      &     you  welcome  it,     embrace  it     -     negativity  comes  easier,     in  your  veins     [ . . . ]     you  watch  @abyde,     careful  in  hues  of  blue:     no  emotion  on  your  face,     sans  a  twitched  brow.          ❛          ...     maybe  it  was  for  the  best  you  left  anyways—     we  wouldn't  want  someone  so  self  centered.          ❜