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@cc-omul-soare​ for nagato! // starter call! 

                   ❝ you're playing with the big boys now. ❞

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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!

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@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.

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@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.

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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. ❞

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❛ 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?

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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.