#kyaputibu

[angekketet]

I love you.

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        Those lips were unforgettable.        ❝I love you too,❞ he replies, but he knows he’s dreaming. He knows he’s trapped in a world of his own creation. Koujaku isn’t here. Koujaku hasn’t been for a very long time. He’s alone again. Alone like he always was.        The young hacker has to roll over, face the wall and consider things a bit. Like why he dreams of him, and why he still looks for him through the window of his apartment. It was so bitter to see him, happy. Happy. Noiz wondered what it felt like. Noiz wondered what it felt like to have people visit you every day. To have a best friend. To have someone to count on. To have someone to call you to drink and hang out and enjoy living with.         He didn’t have to wonder. He had that at one point, and he lost it. It wasn’t mean tot be his. Just like everything else, it slipped through his fingers without feeling. He was apathetic to the loss. Wasn’t he?                                             W A S N ‘ T   H E?        He didn’t know the trails slid down his cheeks. He didn’t know why the laughter rumbled in his chest, spilling from a sick little grin on his face. The soft pitter-patter of tears speckled his pillow. He closed his eyes. Not to sleep though. No.         He was waiting there.        Instead, the teen just did what he used to. Lie down. Close his eyes. Chain himself to the floor. Find some illusion of comfort in the dark and (what was surely) cold. Be empty.        He was truly empty then. Now, he was filled with the tiny shards of what he had in his heart. Tiny. Irritating. Complete with an ache he’d wish he’d never known.        ❝Y-You bastard. You always loved when I suffered.❞

[rustandcinnamon-blog]

      On second thought, let's not take a walk through the Southern District... Tis a silly place.

[kyaputibu-blog]

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[chxstity]

“you’re too cute”

                                        — ⊙ —

"Why thank you.”

She reached behind the human; playing withhis ponytail as she spoke, running her fingers                 through soft navy hair.

          His reactions were always amusing;     leaning down to whisper in his ear, she knew              this time would be no different.

“But I think the cute one   here is you, sweetheart.”

                                        — ⊙ —

[angekketet]

kyaputibu:

⎾     ──❀── 

                     ❛ there was so much blood.. ❜

          Koujaku’s voice was low, barely above a whisper as he spoke. He couldn’t bring himself to meet Noiz’s gaze, be it embarrassment or something more, he kept his eyes fixed on the trembling of his own hands. He prided himself in being able to control his emotions, in not letting any cracks form in his mask. At night though, it was different. He was vulnerable when he slept, weak to the memories that took form of nightmares.

          He shook his head before running a hand over his face, releasing a slow sigh.

                 ❛ it’s nothing, go back to sleep. ❜

                                                                                                ──✂──     ⏌

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         He had fallen asleep.          In all honesty, he was shocked that          Koujaku even let him stay the night.          Perhaps he'd fallen asleep too, after          their previous activities. Either way,          he had planned to leave and be gone          before the sun rose. He didn't sleep          much, or easily, so when he heard a          whimper from the pillow beside him,          he was immediately startled.          "There was so much blood."          Those were the words he heard, and          they were quickly followed by soft          sobs. Koujaku was crying, and despite          how much he might have picked at him          beforehand. This was different. He           never would have thought, he'd see a          man with everything he could ever want,          trembling between the sheets the way          he did. Noiz sat up, and Koujaku spoke          to him but he didn't turn. Perhaps he           was embarrassed of his tears, or that he          had woke the young German. It didn't          matter though. Noiz might not have          understood why he cried, but he knew          that  tears were a sure sign that something          was wrong. It wouldn't be right for him          not to try. Especially after Koujaku had          heard him out about his condition.          Though it might have been a bit weird,          and very unlike their dynamic, he placed          his hand between Koujaku's shoulders          and ran his bandaged hands through long,          raven hair, admiring his tattoos in the low          light. He supposed he understood just           why Koujaku was such a lady-killer.          Just look at him.

❝ Sleep doesn't matter to me. But you doing this does. I want you to tell me what's wrong, and why you're crying so late at night. It doesn't seem right. It doesn't seem like you at all.❞

                                                        ♬ !  ]

[chxstity]

kyaputibu mentioned you in a post:chxstity FRIEND. -latches onto you- I have...

chxstity FRIEND. -latches onto you-…

omg omG FRIEND. -clings- I have returned! Things have been hella- exams are done as well as school aaa

But it's summer and as it gets hotter my shortness of breath gets worse so let's hope I can make it through another bloody Australian summer

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kyaputibu said: -p un ches self in face

u're welcome B]