Jun 15, 2020
situated within the shadows of the crowd’s rear , nigh fluorescent hues observe the ongoing fire show , expression donning naught but a neutral paint . although barely ‘pon speaking terms with his father / resentment still gnaws ‘pon the meat of his shoulders with a hunger like that of a BEAST . but he notices the slow -- e’er achingly slow -- metamorphosis his father has seemed to have been awakened to . the benefit of the doubt is something he DOES NOT DESERVE , but fuyumi is trying . natsu is trying . even shouto . .
slender upper limbs cross o’er chest , weight leaning ‘gainst an empty stall wall & a soft sigh breaches through nostrils . i’m watching you , old man .