manga: my fwb ichihara won’t let me go // this is the perfect suggestive comm pose imo

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manga: my fwb ichihara won’t let me go // this is the perfect suggestive comm pose imo
I have never been gentle, will you show me how to be? I think I lost it somewhere between the criticisms and the heartache, I think I learned to become those things in the midst of it, the way air quickens to become a hurricane. Is it okay, that I don't know how to put it down? I want to quiet it too, until it's just my ear pressed against your chest, your heartbeat steady under my fingers. You carry so much kindness, I don't think it's worth you extending it to me, better to wait for someone more worthy, more special, more deserving. I'm too selfish, I don't want to spend another day without you, I would hold you here even if it would be far better to step away from you, to let you live your life without me. I need you to walk away. I need you to walk away because I don't know how to.
— You feel too good and I can't have that.
i think corae is more about understanding than anything. to be known is to be loved. you don't have to act in any sort of way with me. i see you for exactly who and what you are, no facades and no illusions, and i love you not despite it but because of it. you don't have to say what you mean, you don't have to prove yourself or defend yourself or brush it off. i inherently understand. i know you soul to soul.
leora on the other hand is about feeling alive. here is this dark, treacherous world, and here we are at the center of it. i don't know if we can make it better alone but we'll do our best. in the meantime, i want to hear you laugh like that again. i want to feel your smile against my skin, i want us to crack another joke and maybe through that, the light starts to enter. the world does not change in one fell swoop and i know it, we would not know each other as well as we did if i didn't know what you knew. but with your hand in mine, maybe it gets a little lighter. maybe that is worth something (maybe that is worth everything).
leora & the grocery shopping ask game, part 1
shopping cart ✦ who usually pushes the shopping cart? or would you prefer a grocery basket? i prefer a shopping cart and i think it's a good 50/50. i like to walk around and then come back to the cart and then let him walk around etc
bananas ✦ what song are you two singing at karaoke? mm let me come back to this but maybe leather and lace by stevie nicks and don henley
apples ✦ what color represents you? what color represents them? me: purple & blue and leon: dark brown & black. for this selfship specifically
kiwi ✦ what’s your favorite thing about their face? eyes wauh . i love a hair and eyes contrasting colors situation
tomato ✦ what pet names do they use for you? what pet names do you use for them? leon for me: princess, sugar, sweetheart, baby, honey/hun, love. me for leon: daddy (ahem. clears my throat), honey, baby, my love, handsome.
keep thinking about this and how the raccoon city incident was in 1998 so this is literally true for leora
i want him i want him i want him i want him. i want time. i want time that we spend in the world together. i want to watch the fog dissipate and the rain turn into a drizzle and for the world to cut through the noise of the rain until it's just us and the early morning cars. i want to feel the rest of his jaw on the crown of my head. i want to know that there is life in both of us and that the world is not perfect but it is worth living for. i want to try again and again, not because i don't know how to stop and not because of guilt or pain or all the mistakes that i have made (that we have made) but because we have found something that has made it all worth it. i want to stop writing poetry for men and male characters. or maybe i want them to at least deserve it.
will you let me trace the height of your cheekbone and learn every scar and tiptoe around your heart until you let me in? would you let me bring you peace, even if it’s just for a few minutes? you and I and this ever-spinning world that never stops even when we beg it to. I know everyone and everything outside is calling for us, I know we have things to do and people to look after. I’ll cup your face in my hand. let me give you my strength, just for today, I think I have some to spare.