#mutual thing

[apofiss]

Close encounter O_O Kind a little continuation of an older artwork back from 2008 "mutual thing". Wallpaper size on Patreon! (=｀ω´=) https://www.patreon.com/apofiss

[kingofcurses]

do mutuals as anime characters

suki- that ginger kid in haiykuu I know nothing about

ianny- tanjiro from kny

laiba- alphonse elric from full metal alchemist brotherhood

layla- naruto uzumaki from naruto

keer- hiruzen saratobi from naruto

faye- alphonse elric from fullmetal alchemist(they're slightly different)

fatima- sasuke uchiha from naruto

ria- winry rockbell from fmab

ishani- that violinist from your lie in april

[thereluctantinquisitor]

"I don't want to hurt you. Not more than this. I'm sorry." For Hanin?

Well, we all know Hanin and Josephine don’t manage to go the distance…

“I don’t want to hurt you. Not more than this. I’m sorry, Josephine.”

Josephine was quiet. Still. So still that Hanin’s words seemed to echo throughout the room before slipping between the cracks in the wall. He knew it would be like this. Crushing. Miserable. Painful. Letting go used to seem so much simpler. Difficult, yes, but it was something he could survive. Recover from. Endure.

But after thirty-five years of putting up with himself, Hanin had begun to fear being alone. It didn’t wash off the way it used to.

“I… see.” Josephine’s voice was soft as a breath, but controlled. Poised. After all, it had been a long time coming. Exhaling slowly, she folded her hands in her lap, and it seemed a conscious effort for her not to pluck at the fabric. Twist it between her fingers. “This war, the Inquisition… it has been trying for us both.”

Trying. Hanin snorted wearily, reaching up to rub his eyes. That was one way to put it. “It has. But some wore that stress better than others.”

They both knew he was not referring to himself. Creators, if he could go back and do it again. If he could just keep himself together in front of the soldiers. His squad. Her.

But there was no changing what was done. He had spent too many restless nights in a futile half-sleep, desperately trying to rewrite history.

“Hanin.” Josie always knew when he was losing himself. Her voice called him back to the present. “The way you were sometimes… it was bad, but you never hurt me.” She reached out, as if to place a comforting hand on his knee. “You worried me.”

“I know.”

“I wanted to help you.”

Hanin closed his eyes. “I know..”

He could hear the shift of fabric as Josephine thought better of the gesture, drawing her hand back towards herself. “That is what I don’t understand. Hanin, if you knew, why wouldn’t you let me?”

“You had enough to deal with, Josephine. More than enough. The last thing you needed were my burdens placed on top of yours.”

“But I was willing, Hanin.”

“And I wasn’t.” Slowly, tiredly, Hanin opened his eyes. Looked over at Josephine, the candlelight flickering across her skin. There was emotion there, somewhere, but neither of them found enough for tears. There was just nothing left. They gave it all to the cause. 

And they would do it again. That, Hanin decided, was the hardest part to reconcile. The part that kept him up at night.

They had a shot at something great  - something real - and they would throw it away all over again if given the chance. The price of duty was often steep. It could take your life in more ways than one.

Suddenly, Josephine gave a soft laugh. The sound drew Hanin’s attention, a confused look crossing his face as she composed herself. “I’m sorry,” she said, her expression a strange mixture of fond and sad. “It’s just… hard to believe we are finally having this conversation, when we have been having such small pieces of it for so long.” She paused, glancing towards the window. “It’s almost…”

Hanin knew what she wanted to say. He knew because he felt it too, beneath the pain and the fear and the regret. He also knew why she trailed off. To say it aloud meant to admit something neither of them had the courage to before. 

But, perhaps, it was finally time to be brave.

“… A relief,” Hanin finished quietly. His hands, once curled into anxious fists, lay unfurled across his knees.

Still gazing out the window, a somber smile tinged Josephine’s lips, the expression so faint it almost seemed a trick of the light.

“Yes,” she agreed softly, and some part of an unseen weight lifted with that single word. “A relief.”

[dragontamer05]

❤

[psyfi]

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You’re so upbeat and happy, and always lift up people’s spirits. I’d hug you if I could. Thank you for encouraging me to write and improve myself!

[saturnjeongin]

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honestly?? add me in the #notmyrodrick net im pissed and miss my emo boyf -.-.- but u really seem so cool dude id like to be ur friend tbh also your urls are the best send the cheat codes 👀👀👀

[coldbuckys]

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