#crkaori

[crsatomi-blog]

“you feel like home to me.”

you’ve got mail ! ( accepting )

the truth is ugly ( or she is ). 

satomi’s heart clenches as those words, innocently delivered as kaori laces their fingers together with a smile. she wants to blame it on external forces—the tight stretch of fabric over her chest from a sweater one size too small, the biting cold pricking color into her cheeks, the oppressive crush of people surrounding them in the midday bustle—but as someone who’s spent her life in pursuit of the truth, she can’t ignore what she feels. it threatens to choke her every time she opens her mouth, every time kaori looks at her with sparkling eyes, everytime her touch fills satomi with a deep and lingering warmth—

and then there is shiro in the periphery, stealing that away. even when he’s not around, satomi can sense his shadow looming above them, between them, drawing a subtle line in the sand. before shiro, there were others—but those others weren’t also her friends. satomi may be a bitch capable of a lot more than you’d expect, but she doesn’t hurt her friends ( intentionally; never mind that she’s unsure if shiro has the capacity to feel pain ). kaori is with shiro. kaori likes shiro. satomi should be supportive of that, not jealous. is it fair for her to hold kaori’s hand so tightly when she wants nothing more than to press her lips to kaori’s and kiss her until they’re both dizzy for air? 

she should pull away, out of respect for shiro and their relationship and in defiance of her own silly urges. but kaori would ask why, and satomi’s not selfish or cruel enough to tell her just yet. she has none of the gryffindor bravery; the hat called her a snake through and through. someday she will make that cut and tell kaori what she ought to and face the rejection head on, but right now, she’s a coward in denial of her own feelings. it’s easier for everyone if she pretends she isn’t in love with kaori. 

and as a coward, she laughs and tugs her best friend closer with a grin, away from the crowds and prying eyes and into the shade of a tree. “are you sure about that, kaorin? shouldn’t that honor go to someone else?” 

for all her light hearted tone and careful nonchalance, when she turns away briefly, her expression slips. don’t make this harder on me, please. i don’t deserve this.

[crshiro]

"shiro, come here for a moment!" kaori excitedly waves him over to the edge of the dock. "the water is so clear! you can almost see all the way to the bottom," even with her glee, she holds tightly onto the railing, afraid to fall in. "could you take a picture for me?"

     THE SUN GLISTENS on the surface of the water, akin to the sparkling of diamonds, however seishirou may argue the prettiest sight for miles would be the one standing before him in that very moment.

          or at least he would, if he truly were the romantic his image strives to portray. 

     “of course, darling.” instead, there’s something ugly festering in the wound in his chest, growing alongside the sweet smile on his lips as he raises his phone to take a snap of the happy moment. kaori’s smile radiates back at him through the camera, and he has to momentarily remind himself how to breathe before he takes the shot, lowering the device a moment later. his eyes lock with hers and in the distance, a butterfly flaps its wings. 

        “have i ever told you how beautiful  you are?” he asks with adoration swimming in his tone. the hurricane in his lungs serves as an anchor as he closes the distance between them with a few quick strides, and wraps his arm around her waist without hesitance. something roars in his ears as he plants a soft kiss upon her head, a quiet “mine” whispered in the space between their bodies before the smile returns.

  THEN , HE TURNS TO LOOK  at the sight of the water as well, searching for a beauty he craves would blossom inside him.

[crxeno-blog]

vagary

@crkaori noun. a whimsical or roaming journey.

ennui tickles the sleepy small creature, minuscule muzzle nuzzling the cleft of xeno’s neck. he offers zucker a slow rub on the head, the mellifluousness of apollo’s dawdling excursion through the ocean of cobalt and soft pastures of white drips onto cracked skin. soaking. dyeing. he breathes in hues of blue until that is the only color he knows.

( but better than seeing an endless cycle of crimson.                                 once there was gold, but that’s a fading distant memory. )

a peep. tiny needles prickle into exposed skin, a scrabbling rodent feet kicks his exposed collarbone then vanishes by leaping onto the nearest tree. something. the sugar glider is a corporeal symbol of the present. a reminder for forlorn eyes that the dying stars do not stay dead. shape shift into nebulae, take a step forward. 

one second. another. wedged into the inclement of time his legs stutter.

( certain days he forgets  his wings are not clipped and everything rolls a complete stop.                                                                                 but that’s not today ) one step at a time. xeno’s eyes trace zucker’s path indolently, apprehending in the last second the sugar glider’s interest of the minute is a stranger. a schoolmate. rationals cannot be conceived. it is the scene of the theatrical play that moves so excruciatingly slowly. tardy.

zucker leaps, grabbing onto an unknown girl’s robe, morphing it into the branches of the nearby tree. quickly dashing over his hands slide over. “sorry.”

strong hands grasp the squirming pet back to his own side. “sorry.”

[crsatomi-blog]

the day had been exciting and their second night at the beach was drawing closer every moment. kaori had just finished her bath and after parting ways with shiro, she had some time to kill. he had occupied a good chunk of her time and as much as she loves him, she wanted to spend some girl time with her best friend. so she knocks on the door to satomi's room and waits a couple moments before calling out, "micchan, wanna go out for a walk before dinner?"

she never intended to come back to japan so quickly. 

satomi sighs and stares up at the ceiling. the better part of her evening has been spent counting the hairline cracks in the plaster while making her way through a bag of sour candy at an alarming speed. self-care is eating your feelings away, she thinks, letting out a rueful laugh. and, well, she needs the self-care right now. closing her eyes, satomi rolls over and buries her face in her pillow. the only reason she agreed to this trip in the first place was because kaori wanted her to come. when kaori asks, she’s powerless to say no. 

but kaori’s spent the better part of the day with her boyfriend, shiro. she’s not—she’s extremely bitter, actually, but not at her friends. she’s annoyed at herself more than anything for not being to contain her distaste at this whole thing—her jealousy at the thought of the two of them spending so much time together. this isn’t the first time either of her friends have been tied up in a relationship. she just never imagined they’d date each other. now that they are, satomi feels on edge, as if she’s waiting on the edge of something. it’s terrifying and infuriating and—

a knock on the doors pulls her out of her thoughts. satomi’s determined to ignore whoever it is ( probably ichigo; he must’ve forgotten the key to the room ), but the second she hears kaori’s voice, she scrambles out of bed and rushes to the door. “kaorin!” her hair and clothes are a mess, but the smile on her face is pure, unguarded, and bright. “ah, of course! i was about to step outside for some ice cream anyway!” a bald-faced lie since all she was planning to do was hide in her room for the rest of the night. 

fetching her jacket from the closet, satomi steps outside and shuts the door behind her. she links her arm with kaori’s, trying ( and failing ) to contain her excitement. satomi doesn’t want to come across as needy, and she certainly doesn’t want kaori to grow tired of her, but this is what she came here for: to spend time with her best friend. “should we… ask the boys to come?” the lack of enthusiasm in her voice is clear, her nose wrinkling in distaste at the word ‘boys.’ satomi would rather they not come, but it’s the polite thing to ask. 

[crshiro]

kaori spots the slytherin from afar, his back towards her, and an embarrassing scenario pops into mind. it's beyond cheesy of her to even think of doing this, but perhaps fantasies overpower her shame for just long enough for her to cover his eyes with her hands, cooing out a soft, "guess who?" before lowering her own head in embarrassment. this is ridiculous (even more so than her beating heart).

     "HMMMM,” he draws out, as if in thought, “angela, is it you?” a grin grows against his lips, before he reaches up to take her hands in his, turning to face her with a crafted expression of adoration. “just kidding, good morning, beautiful.” he raises one of her hands to his lips and presses a kiss to it softly, eyes twinkling. he ignores the voice in his head, how it scoffs in disgust, a vague feeling twisting in the pit of his stomach. this is what you do when you’re in love, isn’t it? shower your significant other in affection, so achingly sweet you can taste it on the tip of your tongue? “did you sleep well?”