#fiarain

[itegasumi]

what kinda animal is the pink panther

          slow blinks turn into a searching gaze, hoping to decipher takeshi’s random inquiry but she finds no answer in his eyes, only sincere curiosity.

          “…isn’t it a pink diamond?”

          or so google has told chrome. she doesn’t know any of these references ― please don’t ask her takeshi lest it be a repeat of the vore incident.

[fiamist-blog]

          footsteps;  mukuro’s were heavy and dragging, pronounced as he crossed the room.  his boots scraped the wood floor intentionally, drawing attention to his pointed approach.  he was quick about it, his movements.  yet still. there was a  surprising amount of grace there, given the scene he saw fit to create.  he didn’t want to be here;  he didn’t want to see him especially.  but, he had decided their meeting a necessity.  it would happen eventually, he’d decided.  and it was better to do it now, get it out of the way while he had his wits about him.  on his terms.

          he didn’t belong here, with them, the mafia.  he’d never wanted to be a part of any of it.  and yet, somehow, he was inexplicably pulled back, over and over and over again.  maybe it was in his blood, a curse of some sort.  he had joked, more than once, that the vongola were simply the price he had to pay for being alive.  but...  her.  she held no stake in it.  she never had before he’d brought her into it.  this was his fault.  and yet, even in his absence, she had chosen to stay.  what did she see in them?  in any of it?  he’d thought about it more times than he cared to admit.  but truthfully, he didn’t  ---  didn’t want  ---  to understand why.

          yamamoto takeshi;  an idiot who had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.  he’d done well, though;  he’d grown into himself as the years passed.  and he had been, in mukuro’s opinion, the best of them if still mafia all the same.  like her, he also held no stake in the goings-on of the underworld.  and yet, just the same, when it had come time to choose, he too remained among them.

          maybe...  maybe that was it.  maybe that was why  ---

          mukuro stopped abruptly as he at last drew close enough to the other man to speak without shouting.  his eyes flicked up, narrowed.  and he drew his chin up, frowning slightly as the ends of his coat settled around him.  his expression was tense;  yet overall, he looked remarkably calm.  briefly, he hesitated, the words caught in his throat.  then, unprompted, his mouth parted.

          “ we need to talk. ”

@fiarain

[lunuanaki]

please stop talking about my dick i am so sad

  – “Huuuuh? I’m just repeating what I heard that nurse from the clinic saying. Why are you going to crappy backstreet surgeons anyway, Yamamoto? Your family isn’t that poor.”

[itegasumi]

"i want to make you the happiest girl in the world." ♥

          at kawachi fujien, takeshi promises nagi this; the hundreds of sweet wisterias bearing witness to his oath.

          her mouth remains agape, lips trembling to keep still while she tries to grasp his confession, his love― everything. as if it was a paper flittering in the wind, out of reach. he wasn’t though, never was. takeshi, a constant sunshower, gifting her a brilliance that spills directly into her heart; washing away the sorrow, bit by bit, allowing clarity to shine through. at her side, he remains: hand held out for her and wearing a grin.

          takeshi’s given her kindness, warmth, tender devotion, and now he’s made it his personal mission to ensure her happiness. he is everything she’s ever wanted and he’s offering it to her without asking for anything in return, too generous and overflowing with love. the realization flowers emotions she’s long buried, turning her vision a purple, misty blur.

          “you already do.” nagi manages to say, nearly choking on her words and the saccharine air. heart dew glistens in the shimmering daylight but her smile is brighter, the brightest it’s ever been. “you’ve made me so, so happy takeshi I… sometimes I wonder if I deserve this .. you.” she’s asked herself this more than a mere ‘sometimes’ embodied― it’s a matter of will and when the calloused sword hand lets go.

          it turns out he won’t.

          the season of spring has long arrived and finally, for her as well; the freezing haze is swept by a tepid breeze, warming up cold fingers and lotus veins bloom, spreading springtime everywhere. under the hanging, vivid petals, nagi gathers her courage to tell him where her heart lies as well: with him.

          “I love you takeshi, I want you to stay by my side for the rest of our lives.” she clasps his left hand with hers, placing a silver band on his ring finger.

          “please marry me.” nagi proposes to the man she loves ardently, dearly. her laughter and kisses are cloying against takeshi’s tear-stained face, somehow sweeter than the scent of a thousand wisterias.

             today, she’s the happiest girl in the world.

[bretttal]

@fiarain // continued from here

Youth lurks in Takeshi’s smile even now, setting as the sun eventually will. Trace of time sculpts Takeshi’s face with quiet loss, yet no amount can hide the shining light in his eyes.

The light, however, dims at his words.

Brett recalls the day Hayden broke up with Liam, the way she cried into her pillow despite the carousel murmurs of reasons she had to. He remembers the phone call informing him of what happened to Jiang and Tierney--or what was left of them. He lingers in the memory of him on the outbound flight alone, still clinging to his home network until the hostess asked him to turn off his devices until they were above clouds.

What do you do when something dies? You give a funeral. You hold the precious matter in your cupped hands, kiss it goodbye and wish it a better chance next time, then you dig a hole and bury it six feet under, deep in the dirt and far out of sight. It functions as punctuation, but is it a full stop or an ellipsis?

Take another bite of ice, grind it down like the many what-ifs that won’t shut up. Chewing on his distraction, roping his thoughts back to the present, his jaw leans dangerously towards the left, edging on an old habit. He halts before it dislocates.

What if it’s not dead yet?

The question is too heavy for this heat, so he grimaces instead, corner of his mouth tipping to the side as he elbows Takeshi in the ribs to tease.

“Meh.” As if Takeshi hasn’t always been the MVP of every match. Few more bites later, he is chewing on wood, releasing tension upon every dent he leaves. He continues to speak, the popsicle stick bobbing up and down between his teeth.

“Let’s celebrate.” Let’s mourn. The dreams you once wished upon stars for, the days you thought you could have had, and everything in between. I’ll do it for you anyways, even if you don’t want to. “I’ll buy. What are you in the mood for?”

[lunuanaki]

fiarain replied to your post: please stop talking about my dick i am so sad

my family rly is that poor thoug

  -- “this is so sad chikusa play despacito”

[fiamist-blog]

mukuro!!! :D i miss u do u want to carve jack-o-lanterns with me??

UM, WHAT?

         no;  he couldn’t have been serious.  mukuro being missed by anyone seemed nothing more than a stretch of the imagination, a vague idea apart from reality even at the very best of times.  then again, this was yamamoto takeshi.  and mukuro had never  ---  shockingly enough for a man who called himself mafia  ---  known the man to lie.

          thus, crossing his arms over his chest, he lowered his head and huffed a quiet laugh, considering.  carving gourds wasn’t nearly as fun as carving people.  but  ---  a moment later, his head shifted and his hair flipped, a few strands falling over his shoulder.  he lifted his chin high as he spoke.

          “why not?”  he hummed, a grin slowly creeping into his expression.  he took one step and then another.  and with a third, he dropped his arms and allowed himself to smile, fully.

          “just let me get my knives.”

[bretttal]

fiarain replied to your post: tell me some cute first date ideas i wanna taste...

my therapist

all those suggestions are cute and hot but this one is like winning bc now it’s BOTH a first date and a therapy session ten birds one stone this deserves its own post