#itegasumi

[bretttal]

cheek kiss for werepup! // itegasumi.

what are we? the question was, for a long while, nothing more than a meme.

chrome said yes when brett half joked for them to move in together, save some money and what not. so they did, found an apartment, moved in. they even adopted a cat ( who would insist it was the other way around ). the first friday after they moved in, brett bought a rainbow cake and they celebrated in their small living room with a single lit candle. 

thank you, chrome said softly to him.no, thank you, he replied.

even with one eye, the girl expressed more joy than a star lit sky could hold.

they started toeing around the line a lot. it’s unnecessary to get another bed, let’s just sleep together. what are we? you’re in detention? who got you in detention? i’ll finish them. what are we? i’ll make omelette rice for you when you return, stay safe, don’t get hurt. what are we? it’s cold outside, here, take my hand. what are we?

chrome never had to hide her business with the mafia, and brett never interfered. he had wanted to, for many times, suggest chrome to simply stay home with him, have a quiet weekend in. no one has to come back with blood stains on her clothes.

still, he never asked that of her, no matter how scary every wait was. he is standing by the door, with meowscular purring in his hold, and he bends himself until chrome can place a kiss on his cheek. he has to keep his eyes closed to hold back tears.

“hey,” he whispers, so soft and barely audible, “if anything happens to you, i’ll cry. i’ll cry a lot.”

@itegasumi

[fiamist-blog]

boo. // itegasumi.

WELL, WELL.

          boo;  the word leaves her, quiet and yet perfectly on-point.  she’s blended in quite well among the shadows and the dark.  he’d felt her, of course, but seen no reason to spoil it.  and at her reveal, he can’t help but huff a laugh.  the point isn’t to actually scare him, of course.  (there are far better ways to do such a thing, as it were, coming from her.)  but, he appreciates the effort and, even more so, the attention.  it is a constant battle these days, pinning down that lone, wide eye long enough to feel a sense of satisfaction, near impossible more often than not between her work and personal matters.  and so, it’s... nice to have her here, today, taking a much needed break from it all.  really, there is no other word.

          “terrifying.”  he teases, doing his best to hide a grin behind, wide eyes and raised brows.  he stifles a laugh into a half-snort.  and then, crossing his arms across his chest, gives her a quick nod before, at last, he smiles.

          “i see you’re in good spirits.  i’m glad.”  he pauses and his smile shifts, grinning.  his eyes grow wickedly bright.  “but, i know that’s not the best you can do...”

@itegasumi

[bretttal]

@itegasumi my mind printer worked

[fiamist-blog]

daily appreciation cheek kiss! // itegasumi.

YOU TEASE.

          close;  he always felt her  —  nagi  —  the faint familiarity that sparked in him whenever she drew near.  it was something unavoidable, residual perhaps.  but regardless, he was grateful for it.  there was a warmth in her, a calm that he had never known anywhere else.  and though he did not understand it, he found it craved it, more and more with each absence that set them apart.

          she crept up behind him now, a shadow over his shoulder where he sat, flipping through a magazine.  and he huffed as he saw her come into view out of the corner of his vision, a mess of dark hair.  he grinned, huffing a quiet laugh, curious to see what she wanted.  and then, without warning, he felt her breath at his cheek and the warmth of her lips pressing gently at his skin.

          he froze at her touch, eyes wide, the quiet crinkle of the magazine he held the only sound between them as something beyond surprise took hold.  it was only in long after she had pulled away that he found it in him to finally move.  but even then, in the hours that followed, the feeling she left behind burned, stayed.

@itegasumi

[bretttal]

ly n i r 2 funny 2 write @itegasumi

[fiamist-blog]

nimble fingers comb and sift through long, silky hair. she finds no gold in loose strands, shimmery as they were, but the real treasure was how he indulged her: allowing her to come this close. "mukuro-sama, I fixed your ponytail." chrome announces, a small, sly smile forming. she had added a braid to his hairstyle. // itegasumi.

YOU SPOIL ME.

          still;  perfectly, he sits for her.  he’s quiet save for the occasional sound of a muted breath.  the silence between them, though, is far from uncomfortable.  in fact, were he not entranced by her careful work, he might have found it easy to fall asleep in her presence, alarmingly so.  he has long ago lost track of whatever it is she’s attempting, distracted by her fingers combing over and over through his hair.  and by the time she, at last, pulls away, his eyes are closed, shoulders slumped slightly.  his is, without doubt, utterly relaxed.

          mukuro-sama;  at first, her address is merely a pleasant tune, an added layer to the near-dream he finds himself walking steadily toward.  but then, a moment passes.  and his eyes shoot open, blinking him awake as he shifts and turns to look at her.  his expression is dazed briefly…  until his eyes catch her smile, her words registering at last.  then, a few seconds later, his own expression shifts, her sly smile soon mirrored by his own.

          “ fixed? ”  he begins, eyeing her, curious.

          he doesn’t wait for an answer;  instead, he pauses in his tease to shift, to try and look at what she’s done, head turning over one shoulder and then the other in an attempt to catch a glimpse of her masterpiece (and it is, of course, he knows.  she has never done anything less than her best with him watching.)  he looks back, grinning as he once again meets her eyes.  and then, with a quiet huff, he relents and tilts his head so that she can appreciate her hard work.

          “ i’ll trust your judgement. ”  he claims.  then, he grins.  “ satisfied? ”

@itegasumi