#kuras ts

[evansuvamp]

I just put them into one single pic. Also, idk if you'd like to have them in HD but I did a file so you can save them and use them as wallpaper or lockscreen if you wish here

[vermilionsun]

Summary: Kuras is sick. Not just physically. Kuras doesn't want to be sick. Kuras trusts you.

“Kuras, you're… hot.”

“Oh? Why, thank you for the compliment,” the man replied, turning with a mischievous smile. “May I inquire as to what—”

You lifted yourself slightly and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. “Not that,” you said, shaking your head. "Feverish?"

Kuras blinked, genuinely taken aback. "My body temperature is usually higher than most—" he began, only for you to cut him off again.

"You definitely have a fever." The tall man went quiet.

You immediately rushed to the front of the clinic. Kuras didn’t comment, just leaned against the wall with lidded eyes. His head met the cold surface—a small mercy on his burning skin, making him shiver—and he felt dizzy and weak all too suddenly.

Humanity is impenetrable, defiant, and loud. It will stop at nothing unless it seizes what it wants, no matter the ruin. It’s inherently foolish, naive, and so self-destructive, the cycle feels almost ritualistic.

Kuras knew all that, and still chose them over his divine right. And how ignorant, how foolish he too was to believe he could merely be an observer to the chaos his love stirred. Diving in the ocean didn’t mean he never had to come up for air—either that or he would drown. Watching you scurry around cleaning up, he knew exactly where his body stood. It was impossible for his soul not to follow.

His hand slipped into his pocket. Pills. He was a doctor; he should know the dosage by heart. But his thoughts were sluggish, his head pounding too heavily for clarity. So he simply swallowed a handful at once, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

He stayed like that for a moment before you tugged gently at his arm. It was after maybe the third or fourth time he heard you call his name.

“Come on,” you murmured. “Let's get you a bath.”

You guided him toward the bathroom, his steps uneven, balance completely unreliable. He tried to straighten himself, to pretend he didn’t need the support, but every time his knees faltered, your hand tightened around his arm, steadying him before he could sway.

“Sit,” you instructed gently.

Kuras obeyed with a faint scowl of pride, sinking onto the edge of the tub. His breaths were shallow, heat rolling off him in waves felt even by the dove helping him around, usual composure slipping away with every shaky exhale.

The latter turned on the water—cool—letting it rise before returning to him. “I’m going to help you undress,” you said quietly. “I won’t look. Just… let me help.”

He gave the smallest exhausted nod.

You worked slowly, carefully, keeping your gaze fixed pointedly at the tiled wall, at the faucet, at anything other than him; him and the sleeves you peeled away from his overheated skin, buttons that wouldn’t come off, layers too complicated you just wanted to rip them all off and be done with it

When he was finally down to nothing, you helped him into the tub. He almost slipped, and you had to hold both of his arms just to guide him down safely… but his muscles kept giving out before he even noticed they were failing. You knelt at the edge and tried to keep him propped up, but he was tall and heavy and fever-drunk, and no amount of gentle repositioning was enough.

“Kuras—Kuras, you’re falling,” you muttered, alarm rising.

He let out a faint sound—an apology, or just the ghost of one—and his head dropped forward.

Kuras had birthed civilisations out of empty hands, made himself water for them to dig themselves roots, until they kept violently ripping them out. He had been waiting—for a miracle, a dawn, something or someone to become something he could shape into the melodies only the heavens knew, and the ones he wanted to give to the world.

He hated that. He was an angel, damn it—not a creature meant to be undone by human frailty. Yet humanity had taken root in his chest, turning him into an oversized infant with the immune system to match. He never thought it possible—never considered love and death being the same coin he held. And you were there, washing his mistakes away without a second thought.

Kuras slumped against you. You sighed—shoes, clothes and dignity all went straight into the tub with you as you slid in beside him, wrapping an arm around his back to keep him from slipping under. The water soaked instantly through everything you wore, cold fabric clinging to your skin, but at least he was safe.

“You really are helpless like this,” you whispered, more fond than frustrated. He nuzzled deeper against your shoulder and you held him there—soaked, uncomfortable, but refusing to let him drift.

You got him out of the bath as carefully as you’d gotten him in—slow movements and more than a little maneuvering to keep him from slipping. He leaned on you heavily, his damp hair brushing your cheek every time he swayed.

“Almost there,” you murmured, guiding him toward the bedroom. “Just sit for a moment.”

Kuras obeyed with dull compliance, having no strength left to argue. He sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders bowed, wet strands of hair clinging to his temples and falling in front of his eyes. You draped a towel around him and made sure he wasn’t about to topple over before stepping toward his wardrobe.

“Stay right there,” you said softly. “I’m just grabbing something dry.”

You rifled through his clothes, pulling out the softest clothes you could find; one pair for you and one for him—he can forgive you, you hope. Your own clung uncomfortably cold against your skin, dripping onto the floor. His clothes smelled like him—a little like old books and coffee. You were just smoothing them down your body when you turned back around.

Kuras had tipped sideways, half-sprawled across the bed with his damp hair fanned over the pillow, one arm twisted awkwardly under him. His towel had slipped off his shoulders, leaving his skin scattered with droplets of water that shone faintly in the dim light.

Kuras is not a god. He is mortal, flawed, destructive. The divinity he once held has been bleeding out of him long now. As if the sky he betrayed came back for him in the most violent way it knew how.

Kuras still didn’t believe he deserved it.

Before you could help him adjust, a hand caught yours. His fingers curled around yours—not tightly, just insistently—and he tugged.

“Kuras—”

You barely had time to brace before he pulled you down onto the bed with him. You landed beside him with a soft thump, his arm sliding around your waist as if this had been the position he’d been hunting for all along. His forehead pressed into the crook of your neck, the heat of him blooming against your skin.

“You’re… warm,” he murmured, voice thick with exhaustion. Warm like life.

The irony made something twist in your chest. He was burning up, and you were only warm compared to the cold air. Still, you shifted just enough to get your arm around him, keeping him from rolling off the bed or tangling himself further. His hand draped across your ribs, fingers splayed like he needed the contact to anchor himself.

“Kuras,” you whispered. “You need to rest.”

He hummed in response, already drifting, his breath feathering your throat. His grip loosened, body relaxing fully against you. You exhaled slowly, brushing a strand of wet hair from his face.

You think you are mortal—human. Kuras can never see you as something less than his salvation.

[anam-mana]

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[leons-d3n]

[eniiemera]

Hey sooo for a Touchstarved art request could you possibly maybe draw Kuras throwing Vere out of his clinic like a football? For science of course

Well ofc! There you go! 😌

Look at them being besties

[angrybathbomb]

Who broke it?

(Everyone is gathered around the broken coffee maker)

MC: So, who broke it? I am not mad, I just want to know.

Everyone: …

Kuras: I did. I broke it –

MC: NO. No, you didn't. Leander?

Leander: Don't look at me. Look at Ais.

Ais: WHAT?! I didn't break it.

Leander: Huh, That's weird. How’d you even know it was broken?

Ais: Because it's sitting right in front us and it's broken.

Leander: Suspicious.

Ais: No, it's not!

Mhin: If it matters, probably not, but Vere was the last one to use it.

Vere: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Mhin: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Vere: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that Mhin, you pert a —

Kuras: OKAY!! — ...Okay let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it MC—

MC: NO. WHO BROKE IT?

Ais: (leans in) MC… Leander has been awfully quiet.

Leander: rEALLy?!!

Ais: YEAH, rEALLy –

Leander: OH. MY. GOD.

(Everything starts bickering)

(MC, being interviewed, staring blankly at the camera)

MC: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it.

MC: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throat with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

MC:

(A frying pan hits the wall nearby out of nowhere as the chaos behind continues)

MC: Good, it was getting a little chummy around here.

[vamprel]

HAPPY DIWALI YALL ignore how I got lazy near the end please I was speed running this during various times throughout the day 💔 and the little sparkly sticks that Mhin, Ais, Vere, and I (PLEASEdont kill me let me self insert in peace :C ) are uh, sparklers 🧍 that’s how I celebrate Diwali with my family so :]

Also Vere’s outfit isn’t clear so uh it’s a saree and YOULL NEVER RIP AWAYBMY HEADCANON FORBHIM TO ME HES TRANS AND NO SURGERY HESAASHRHDHRJRGRH im lsoingbitbguysimsotirediwantto skeep

I’ll post my other Diwali things tomorrow 😞💔💔💔💔💔

[defiten]

he can cure MY disease :3

edit time 1hr 50min

art credits!!! @todayis-snowy @serafisolaris @sophriac