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❝ you're playing with the big boys now. ❞
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@cc-omul-soare for nagato! // starter call!
❝ you're playing with the big boys now. ❞
plotted starter for @cc-omul-soare
itachi wasn't the same since that day; and he'd be a filthy liar if he tried to claim otherwise. the moment he escaped obito he felt like he had been reborn to a less good version of himself, filled with unbridled rage and anger at what makes him this way; money, society, fugaku who keeps on talking about how important his education was.
the man needn't any of this. did not want a part in this – he wants his father back, the way he was before. to no avail his thoughts spur him on, and in the end he did nothing but get inside his truck to leave this place and forget, stop lamenting about what happened and keep on looking forward.
it's the moment he pulls from the parkin’ lot that he almost runs over a stranger that was so god damn familiar he's gotta take another look at him, red hair and purple eyes--- skin pale, body lanky and he knows, he trails back with a hand on the steering wheel and another on the door to release the safety and allow him in.
„ nagato!? “
oh fuck--- fuck, fuck, fuck. itachi opens the door for him, stares at obito and konan up into the conversation that's none other but violent. get inside, come on!
@cc-omul-soare ASKED: "I know you don’t like to be the cause of concern, but I’m officially concerned about you." Nagato from cc-omul-soare pls // HANNIBAL SEASON 1 SENTENCE STARTERS
take from him what you want, but don't take his dignity; his right to decide when to be weak, when to be perceived as one in need of assistance. he dreads the thought of being the centerpiece, important enough to be looked upon when in a state of limbo; hanging on a thread between life and death, so it feels like, so it always did, and so it ALWAYS will. dabi knows no other way of living and cannot stand the thought of a recovery;
rendering him into someone who he is not, a person healthy enough to determine for himself when aid was called for, when one has to lend a hand, too. SYMPATHY, fuck that shit; his eyes tell of emotions;
blue's a flaming sensation just behind lashes, a squint questioning the other's intentions. no agreement will come. NO RESPONSE, either, not if he can help it, not verbally at least, and dabi is great when it comes to spitting poison in another's face.
officially concerned, my ass. it took long, yes; to acknowledge how long it takes to regain. to achieve. to heal in the simplest of ways, with AFFECTION from one where it's most desires; and dabi has no other to rely on, to tell it to, even if nagato was here. always around, surely not pleasant company but one that loves misery (shared, their bond, of course)
concern only stems from the thought of losing a precious asset, one with the vital information to help the cause. none more. he almost DARED NOT think he was cared for as an individual.
when words finally do spill they're nothing nice, drip vile or an innocent bystander might call them bored in sound. a hint of ANNOYANCE, too.
❝ you're right, i don't. you're not concerned about me but about the goal. don't FUCKING worry. don't even bother. ❞
he could've very well flipped nagato off and blew a kiss with a FUCK YOU on his lips; same sentiment, wrapped in pretty paper with a bow around.
@cc-omul-soare asked: Has Nagato slide the Dabi some dumplings and a milk coffee. JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING TO MAKE HIM FEEL MORE AT HOME! // make my muse feel loved!
no place feels like a home, and dabi suspects none could ever be called such, nor would one carry the feeling – whatever this sensation entailed in the first place. he wouldn't know, does not care to find out either; but to feel safe, or, well, safer in relativity, was as good and close as he could get and bear to become.
eyes wander, first, before dabi shifts in his spot to lean forward, stares at the snacks offered to him like they'd have the power to do him harm. always the headshaker 'bout harmless shit, learnt from skeptics in his life to be about as cynic as humanly possible.
„yo... for real? thanks so much, i love that sweet shit!“ dumplings, oof... that's the good stuff. dabi does never feel at home anywhere, neither does he feel at ease – yet a little less apprehensive, now, of all moments where he could.
anonymous said: “ no, you ARE strong. ” Arthur-Sebastian please
then why does he feel like this? water fills his lungs, an ice-cold grip choking him, squeezing what he had left out of his very being; the good, the bad, the inkling of humanity barely about to set root within his chest.
sebastian shakes his head, forces himself to breathe more evenly, attempts to rid his shoulders of the heavy weight settled upon them threatening to tear him down. before thoughts digress, until he loses his grip on reality, sebastian sits himself up with a pitiful grunt, undermining just how wrong arthur was.
❝ where am i strong? show me where. ❞
❛ Did you just punch me in the boob? ❜ Pick a muse of your liking (cc-omul-soare or justcowboah) 🤭💕
HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE PROMPTS // @cc-omul-soare
❝ ah... a honest mistake. ❞ itachi shifts, slightly so, blinks until vision's a bit clearer. he simply did not see him as so close, and truly felt bad about it now; only a matter of time until he'd hit him someplace else. perhaps its more fleshy than his chest, though.
❝ reckon my aim isn't the best anymore, after all. ❞ can you forgive him?
Anonymous said: you’ve always been strong for me . let me return the favor . Toshi & Sugar / hurt ‘n comfort prompts! @cc-omul-soare <3
it clearly was not the imbalance of power nor the difference in ambitions that gets to him; not their fragile selves for all they're worth. above anything else toshinori fears what will become of him when one day sugar realizes he is not strong even if he says so. even if he acts like it. even if he puts on a mask. it will slip and it will hurt when it does and toshinori was clearly not ready to let go, allow hands to slip from sugar's when they fit so wonderfully together like this, skin on skin, cold and warmth in a steady exchange.
sugar cannot see the worry in his eyes or concern on his face, would not see the tears sneaking into the corners of toshinori's eyes eventually. ❝ thank you, ❞ it feels right to say, right to let words leave confinement and be free in the air, ❝ i have nothing left in me. sugar. i... ❞
it's not new. he isn't foreign to the sensation of emptiness, of being stripped from what used to make him so grand. so strong. so full of life.
all he can do is wrap himself around sugar, hands shaking on his back while toshinori buries his face in the crook of his neck and remains there, breathes him in and breathes the world out.